Chapter 2: In the Heat of the Night

Understand from the outset, the specter of Harper Valley had been long banished from our lives. With the possible exception of that little glitch last year in LA (as outlined in “If the Shoe Fits”) when we once again fell into questionably bad habits, we have led exemplary lives. Can’t guarantee that none of us hasn’t at some stage felt a twinge of nostalgia for the good old days however. Let’s face it, seeing one’s daughters relieved of both their modesty and virginity by a posse of oversexed near-neighbors does have its memorable aspects ... especially with the compliant handing-across of their own daughters in fair exchange.

Now, as has been well documented, following my marriage to Larissa, we moved as a family to the US last March. That is to say, Jenna and Kylie accompanied me Stateside. Luke remained, having his own life in Australia with his fiancée while Natalie with a new apartment and making great strides as a young social worker these days, elected to stay in Sydney.

Shortly before returning to Australia last month for scheduled business commitments however, we were guilty of one last indulgence. It wasn’t planned as such, simply that circumstance begat opportunity. My kids were very naughty!

Bob as you may recall lives in Cali – San Jose to be accurate. Since our “return engagement” last Christmas, when he and his family visited our home in Sydney, bringing with them a whole new meaning to the term “festive good cheer,” we have remained in close touch. I fully intended earlier, compiling some suitable text that might do justice to that particular interlude, but time and various commitments to our US transfer, conspired to rule out this eventuality. Had circumstance not seen to it that we should all, once again be gathered together in bonded bliss, then my friends, you would already have read your last Harper Valley recollection!

Barely two weeks into May of this year and Jerry, most likely in a fit of depression at our absence, happened to mention the possibility that he and Michelle might ‘drop by’ to see us early the following month. Citing his daughter as the prime motivational factor – her wanting to catch-up with her ‘good-friend’ and all ... his words didn’t fool me for a moment. Having most likely fantasized himself to sleep, imagining Kylie and Jenna walking naked over his bare chest in a covered wagon half-way along the Oregon Trail, he probably figured that “Mohammad coming to the mountain” was his next best option.

I couldn’t really blame him I guess, after all I have never really gotten over that very first Harper’s gathering and soaping-up Warwick’s then fifteen-year old daughter in the bath-tub in company with four other gentlemen, not to put too fine a point on the word.

Not a week later, I received a further email from Jer asking “would it be alright if Connor accompanied the two of them, since Sandy was off in New Zealand for a fortnight?” My immediate thoughts of course were, “Jerry, Connor, Larissa, Kylie and Jenna all under the same roof? Surely a recipe for aggravated sexual disharmony, if ever I heard one? Of course I said “fine!”

Flights were confirmed, we were to pick the unholy trio up at D.I.A. (Denver International Airport) late afternoon Friday June 8th. I’d be lying if I said my mind wasn’t already working overtime. Michelle squeezed in snugly between Jer and Connor for a fourteen-hour flight, bearing in mind all were still active in the Harper juggernaut? I couldn’t help but ponder the use to which those night-blankets were going to be put. I was almost jealous.

Let me state for the record that despite the above and all joking aside, I had no expectation or even interest in resurrecting old habits. As a family we were totally out of the loop, our lives back on-track and the impending visit no more than a “Friends” type re-union.

It was the week before Jer’s arrival that things took a turn for the unexpected.

Seated on our lounge watching “Little Miss Sunshine” ... Jenna and Kylie were upstairs either doing college work or getting ready for bed, when my cell rang. It was Bob. The gist of the conversation was that they were driving to their in-laws in Wyoming the following weekend and that a stop-off in Nebraska would not be greatly out of their way. I said “sure thing” without even thinking. The euphoria with which Larissa, Kylie and Jenna received this news was almost worrying.

Okay, so for that Friday night I had just committed our quite small two-bedroom home to a sleepover for eleven people. Six adults and five teenagers one of which being a wife into the bargain. I ran the numbers quickly. Main bedroom – sleeps two. A huge day-and-night that could easily handle three at a pinch. Then there are the two twin-beds upstairs, and another sofa that comes apart to form four individual beds which can be set up anywhere in the house. Easy peasy! Course, just the one bathroom with seven girls on call, might be seen as stretching resources.

It was bad enough the following Friday morning waiting for just Larissa, Kylie and Jenna to complete their rest-room routine. I have to say it was worth it though ... the car smelt great the whole way to DIA and we’re talking a three and a half hour trek from Nebraska, though still quicker than picking them up in our own State – Omaha being at least five hours from us.

By the time Jer and the others had cleared customs we had completed three “hard” Sudoku puzzles and spent up big-time in just about every coffee house on the main Concourse. It was probably good to see Jer and Connor ... I don’t actually remember. What is seared on my retinas is the sight of beautiful Michelle as she rounded the corner having exited baggage control. How could a few months have made that much difference? Sure, her tight little skirt, swinging hips and designer sunshades perched fashionably atop her pretty blonde locks all combined to promote the image of a majorly hot and desirable teenager, but it was something in her expression that had changed ... matured ... emerged maybe? Reformed deviate that I thought I was, all I wanted to do right that second is to fuck her insensible on the baggage carousel. Something in that expression of hers knew it too! As I hugged her, every Harper moment we had ever shared together, played out as a cranial slide-show.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, clinging on to me there in the terminal. I could feel Larissa’s eyes focusing their heat-ray on Michelle’s back and thus figured it was maybe not the right moment to profess my own feelings on the subject.

“Well sweetheart,” I replied, disentangling my arms from her waist, be assured I’m going to make the most of what time we have together this weekend. The smile she gave me just about dropped my anchor. Turning around I could hardly be surprised to see Jerry wrapping Jenna up in a bear-hug ... I didn’t have to wonder what he was thinking. Subtlety was never his strong point.

Connor, dressed in stylish slacks and a leather jacket as ever, cut a handsome figure of a man. Living up to the image too with one arm around Larissa and the other encircling Kylie’s waist – his hand I noticed comfortably resident on her rear-end, not that she was objecting. After all he has seen (and touched) each and every curvaceous attraction that wondrously hot little body has to offer. Taking Michelle’s hand I walked over to the other five.

“Guess we’d best be heading off folks,” I muttered, “We got kinda a long drive ahead of us.”

Exiting the E470 airport toll-way as we merged on to Interstate 76, Jerry, Kylie and Larissa were chatting themselves hoarse in the far rear of the Chrysler while Connor and Jenna were occupied with some in-depth conversation right behind us. Couldn’t help but notice from my occasional glance in the rear-view mirror, both parties indulging in frequent hand-holding and other flirtatious demonstrations of affection. Hardly in any position to judge others anyway, having to plead equally guilty so far as hand-holding is concerned ... and an automatic transmission really does come in useful in that regard.

That short skirt of Michelle’s I mentioned really was testing my powers of concentration. I’m quite sure the item’s designer never took into consideration the driver’s viewpoint when the girl actually sits down in it.

With the temperature nudging eighty-eight and everyone feeling snack-ish, we figured we might stop off for lunch in Yuma, pretty much two-thirds the way home along Route 34. A less romantic setting you would be hard pressed to find, especially with the scent of local cattle-yards wafting across your plate but still, a diner is a diner when you really need one.

Another seventy minutes or so and with the Colorado State border well behind us now, we pulled into our rear driveway.

Jer got out, stretched and looked around. “So yeah Noel, this is just about as far removed from Castle Hill (North-western suburb of Sydney) as you could realistically get.”

“I love it,” Michelle piped up. “The air tastes so fresh.”

“You might not see it that way when it hits freezing sweetie,” I teased, “That’s minus eighteen in Sydney you know?” She looked a tad concerned!

Once inside, the girls all disappeared upstairs, Larissa showing them their sleeping quarters and the inevitable girl-stuff - reporting on life in general. The three of us adjourned to the lounge-room where I plied Jerry and Connor with what turned out to be their very first Budweiser amazingly. I of course could not pass-up my trade-mark JD and ice.

There being still three hours or so before Bob and his family hit town, we indulged in some local sightseeing. With Kansas just two and a bit miles to the west of our front door and Massacre Canyon and Monument barely half an hour east on route 34, itself en-route to the fast-growing city of McCook, it worked out well.

No sooner had the girls started preparations for the evening repast than Bob’s bronze Le Sabre pulled up outside the house. Exiting the car ahead of their parents, Tiffany and Angela high-tailed it up our front steps.

“Whoa, I see what you mean guys,” muttered Connor, “They are real cuties.” Not sure whether he meant their faces or the short skirts they were almost wearing.

Barely pausing to give me a hug and to acknowledge Jerry and Connor, although Angela did flash him a second glance, they were into the kitchen and mingling loudly with their female cohorts. Dinner would be at least forty minutes late I figured.

Dragging their stuff out of the car, Amy and Bob hauled themselves up the steps (which is why we park on the flat grassed driveway at the rear of the property)

Connor was swiftly introduced all round and I would be lying if I said Amy’s eyes didn’t register a certain interest when he took her hand.

Moments later Bob pulled me aside. “Does he um, know about our previous get-togethers?”

I assured him he did, and in any event, being a Harper regular, the concept of inter-family ‘affection’ was hardly anything novel for him.

“No, I suppose not,’ Bob grinned, most likely imagining him tugging Angela and Tiffany’s panties down right that second ... a subject dear to his heart as we all know.

“And besides,” he continued, “Given what he has done to your three Noel – going by what I’ve read leastways – he’s not what you might call inexperienced is he?” I could but acquiesce.

“Real shame your eldest daughter couldn’t be here,” Amy announced, joining us suddenly. “Such a lovely girl!”

By way of explanation, I should mention here that during their Christmas visit last year, Amy and Natalie participated in some frenetic sexual activity together that for a while was known only to Jenna, as she had walked-in on them in the spare room. Natalie had begged her to tell no-one but the plan became unstuck big-time, when Tiffany also caught them making-out one morning in the bathroom. Given what the rest of us had been sharing in one another’s rooms and with one another’s daughters, it was hardly front-page stuff, but there again Natalie does like to keep her life private!

Dinner comprised mainly cold-cuts, micro-waved tasties, salad items and lots of serve-yourself side dishes. Having had the foresight to stock-up also on beer, spirits and champagne for the girls ... there weren’t too many empty glasses for long. Curious thing, but in Nebraska like many US States, alcohol is prohibited under the age of twenty-one so technically we had ourselves six under-age drinkers, including my wife that evening.

Now given that this was first and foremost a social evening, no-one (except probably Bob and Jerry) was “assuming” anything. Several times I saw Kylie, Michelle, Connor ... even Angela, glance my way as if to say “Are we going to be naughty later??” I cannot sit here and tell you such had not occurred to me but I didn’t want to be the one responsible for dismantling our good intentions – sexually speaking!

Of course, I didn’t have to – the alcohol saw to that just fine.

Having eaten our fill and cleared away, someone suggested a movie. That initially was no problem, we have nigh on a thousand dvds lying around the house, not to mention a truck load of videos. No, the downside was having only seating for six people in the smallish lounge. That meant the younger girls sitting on the floor – in groping range of established child molesters such as Bob, Connor and Jer. I prefer to think of myself as a behavioral-therapist.

Interesting also just how the ‘partnering’ evolved. Imagine if you would, an arc of seating around the TV. One easy chair, two recliners and a sofa – in that order and containing from a rearward aspect, left to right: Jerry, Bob, Connor, Amy, me and Tiffany. Angela then sat herself down in front of Jer, Jenna sprawled on her tummy in front of Bob (ever the tease!) Larissa curled up between Connor’s legs, while Michelle nestled-in between Amy’s feet and mine, leaving Kylie with her back up against Tiffany.

Electing to watch an action movie, we chose an oldie – Travolta’s Broken Arrow. Most had seen it before. Refilling everyone’s glass up front of the opening credits, you might best describe the collective mood as ‘comfortably primed.’

In hindsight I would have to say that as a group, everyone was well behaved for almost two-thirds of the movie. Sure, Jer’s propensity to nuzzle Angela’s neck now and again was matched by Bob’s hand bequeathing Jenna the occasional rear-end contact, but what can you expect when a girl poses on the floor like that, her barely-covered bottom angled upwards for effect? She even turned around and giggled a couple of times which could only be translated as “more please!’ Larissa was getting cosier by the moment and even Tiffany had her hands resting on Kylie’s shoulders, which given their bedroom antics last Christmas, suggested they may yet have some unfinished business between them.

Even I was finding it hard not to peer too closely down Michelle’s top, given that seated as she was up against the lounge, her cleavage was such that the least movement on her part induced movement in those sexy breasts of hers that no self-respecting voyeur could overlook. Amy I noticed had twice allowed her hands to stray to the girl’s shoulders and closer even than I, she must have been able to catch sight of her nipples once or twice. She should be so lucky!

Barely had Travolta’s Hummer ridden out the worst of the sub-terrestrial nuke, than a girlish squeal of “Noo” on the left-hand side of the room, secured everyone’s attention. Something about watching Angela attempting to maneuver Jerry’s right hand from inside her bra, had a profound effect on the room and its occupants. Larissa to my surprise, turned her head upwards and fully ignoring my close proximity, allowed Connor to begin kissing her. Exactly where his hands were headed at that stage I couldn’t say. Certainly, nowhere they hadn’t been before!

This was the cue for Bob to lean forward, put his arms around Jenna’s waist and pull her up to a sitting position on his lap. Her skirt rumpled sufficiently that anyone who cared to look, could see a substantial wedge of her hot pink panties, well up to the point at least that Bob’s hand slipped in-between her legs and began probing the general area, thus obscuring the otherwise pleasurable view. His lips locked on to those of my daughter, they were going to be busy a while.

Turning my attention to Amy, I can’t say I was surprised to see her cupping Michelle’s breasts, both hands deep inside either bra-cup, while the teenager looked up at her with an expression of submissive tease. It was enough to flip my switch and leaning down, I kissed those wonderfully soft and pliant lips. She put an arm around my neck and held me to her. It was only when I broke off for air that I noticed what was happening alongside us. Tiffany had gotten off the lounge and was kneeling on the floor facing Kylie. Both girls were kissing tenderly and even as I watched, their hands dropped to one another’s breasts which they then commenced caressing in earnest. No-one could watch such activity, involving one’s own daughter especially, without being highly aroused. I was no exception.

Jerry and Angela, partnered by Bob and Jenna were now making their way up the staircase to the girls’ bedroom. I made a mental note to check the ‘lie of the land’ as it were, a little later in the evening.

Finally managing to gain the attention of the four girls, I indicated the main bedroom at the rear of the house as being a somewhat more accommodating locale. As they thus headed off, holding their respective partner’s hands, I switched off the television and pulled out the day and night.

Securing Larissa’s attention was less easy. Completely taken up emotionally with Connor’s lips and hands ... she barely registered awareness of the evolving sleeping arrangements. Connor however caught my drift and nodded his understanding as I left the room. The last impression I had, was of Larissa being eased gently on to the (very comfortable) mattress. I turned off the main light. ‘Strange’ I thought to myself. A man about to fuck my wife silly and it all seems so normal!

A queen-size bed under normal circumstances might be termed ‘big enough’ but for a middle-aged man and four women, even with three being quite slim teenagers – it’s a challenge. Still, no-one was that interested in sleeping right that moment and anyway, we were all on top of the bedclothes. Locating myself mid coverlet, Amy eased Michelle on to her back between us, while she lay the far side on the edge of the bed. Tiffany and Kylie negotiated the remaining bed-width, although lying full length as they were, facing each other kissing and whatever else, available space really wasn’t an issue.