Chapter 1

I suppose I could always claim it was a case of “guilt by association,” yet the least competent of lawyers could dismantle my case in seconds, once my willing participation in earlier Harper get-togethers was aired publicly.

The fact is however, I had no intention of ever re-acquainting the girls with their former reckless ways, instigator that I undoubtedly had been in the past. Were it not for Jerry’s incessant badgering, I would surely never have caved-in emotionally and accepted an invitation to what was billed - laughably in hindsight - as a “quiet afternoon with some old friends.”

Having by necessity to return to Australia as I mentioned, we had managed, for two months at least, to distance ourselves from Jerry’s persistent pleas to “come over and see everyone” knowing exactly what that was likely to entail. With just two weeks to go before we returned to our home in the US, Jerry played his last card – and I didn’t even know it.

The call from Warwick was innocuous enough. We had stayed in touch, corresponding mostly by email and aside from the normal pleasantries, had exchanged our views on most everything from escalating fuel costs to Brianna’s latest loser of a boy-friend. I have to be honest, just the mention of his daughter’s name was enough to conjure up memories of former intimacies between us that would maintain my body heat even in the Arctic Circle. Quite irrationally, the thought of some callow youth attempting to navigate amateurishly her young body, filled me with instant distaste. I think Warwick was of the same opinion.

“Jer’s real disappointed you won’t be able to make it before you leave,” came suddenly from way left field. “He really wanted to have a little social get-together for you”

I felt a total heel ... for all of thirty seconds.

“Yeah well I know what Jer’s “get-togethers” usually entail Warwick,” I replied. “My three girls would be on their backs upstairs before the first commercial break ... and that’s a best-case scenario!”

“I think you got it way wrong my friend,” Warwick answered. As far as I know, he just had in mind to ask Connor, Brad, George, Steve and Graham over ... maybe Craig as well. Just a few drinks and nibblies is all.”

“It’s the nibblies that bother me Warwick.” I interjected. “It’s what those guys do best ... and hey, was that invite to include their own daughters or was Jer planning on just sharing mine around?”

“Nup, everyone’s daughters were to attend. Jeeze you’re getting paranoid in your old age Noel,” he added.

Could be he had a point there!

“Michelle was looking forward to seeing you too,” Warwick added subtly, ladling on the guilt factor.

I was right that second, if not a lost cause, something very close to it.

“Ok Ok,” I blurted out, emotionally drained. “Tell Jer we’ll look-in Saturday afternoon. Just for a few minutes ... maybe a quick drink, but that’s it. Oh, and I’m having the girls dressed in chain- mail by the way – neck to ankle ... just in case he has any ideas!

Warwick was still chuckling even as he hung up the phone.

It was bordering the ethereal, walking through Jer’s home again and knowing what sexual eccentricities shall we say, must have been conducted there since last we set foot in the place. Getting on for four years now since my days as a neophyte at Harpers, I wondered just how many other young girls’ lives must have radically changed as they inevitably have for my three – all clear of their teens now. I glanced at the couch over near the far wall and could still see Jenna perched on Warwick’s lap topless, her skirt crumpled up around her waist as both he and Connor took turns kissing her, their hands roaming her slim body at will, one fondling her still-developing breasts the other perpetrating many a gross indecency inside those light blue panties she has always favored.

Although way past their adolescence, none of them appeared much different, certainly none looked their age, Kylie especially. Never was this more evident than as I watched them mingling now with other High School acquaintances who would have been only in years eight and nine at the height of our Harper participation. Sitting in my favorite recliner at Jerry’s nursing a JD and ice, the status-quo for me at least, was definitely restored.

“You see much of Bob these days? Warwick asked, completely disturbing my reverie. It was referring of course to the eccentricities of “If the Shoe Fits.” I knew exactly what he was meaning of course - were Angela and Tiffany regular house-guests at our home in Nebraska and if so - full details would be appreciated!

“I think they’ve only been over once since,” I replied, “and even that was just a social evening, nothing vaguely hard-core,” I grinned.

This wasn’t strictly true I have to say, but I couldn’t see much point in advertising our weak moments. Besides, it was a while ago now.

I was watching Natalie chatting to a girl she evidently knew – rather cute little dark-blonde girl who if I’d seen her before at the High School, I had no recollection. I doubt she could have been more than seventeen right now.

“You remember Melanie?’ Jer asked, following my line of vision.

“Can’t say as I do Jer?” I muttered. She must be a couple of years younger than Jenna right?”

“Something like that,” he replied, “She’s been a regular fixture at the last half a dozen parties - really in-demand girl.”

Sensing an undercurrent that might conceivably involve me in topics I had not planned to re-visit, I just shrugged. “Yeah, well I can see why!”

Even as I spoke, I was unavoidably seeing that trim little body upstairs in the master bedroom, her clothes being indelicately removed by five praying mantises, their hands seeking the gratification that comes from stripping a teenage girl naked on a King size bed, up front of some seriously heavy-duty fondling and petting beneath the sheets. The inevitable carnal knowledge followed most likely by a communal shower and the experience of being dressed again by five very eager fathers.

I was impelled to finish my Jack Daniels in one gulp.

Larissa I noticed had seated herself alongside Connor and the two appeared to be deep in earnest conversation. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were away to their right chatting with Paul and Chantelle who even at the distance she was, looked a million dollars in a rather fetching mini-skirt teamed with a midriff top that showed the last few years had not added a millimeter to that highly visible waistline.

“What do the kids think of you having a wife their own age?” Brad asked. I had been wondering where Brianna might be, but right then I saw her disengage herself from a group of girls near the archway and start walking towards us.

“Hasn’t been a problem,” I told him. “Natalie thinks that having a stepmother almost three years younger than herself is hysterical ... she’s forever calling her “mommy!”

“Hello Noel,” interrupted my thought processes. Brianna always did have that effect on me.

Looking still sixteen or so and hell she must have been nudging twenty, she sat herself down on my knee. A wicked smile was beginning to contort Warwick’s features. Funny how the most resolute of intents can be shattered by subtle perfume and a young girl’s bottom massaging your upper thighs.

“I’ve missed you” she purred. “Why did you have to go to America?”

Right that second I was wondering myself.

“Combination of reasons sweetheart,” I replied, “But I have missed you too – more than you know.”

That brought a smile to her expressive little face.

“Are American girls as pretty as the girls here?” she pouted.

Not sure whether she meant at Harper Valley or in Australia generally, I opted for safe mode.

“The short answer Brianna, is no,” I answered. “and in your case,” I allowed my hand to caress her right cheek, I’d have to plead “No contest.”

“Can I go upstairs with you?” she whispered after a couple of moments.

“Shocked,” “cornered,” “tempted,” “comatose,” all had relevance here. I was praying none of the immediate group had overheard Brianna’s question.

“I-I hardly think Larissa would approve,” I stammered, realizing immediately that what I was saying in essence, was “yes.”

“I don’t think she’ll notice,” she giggled.

Glancing across the room I was somewhat stunned to see my wife kissing Connor with a passion not borne purely of social etiquette or cellular memory

“She always was a girl to follow her inclinations,” announced a familiar voice behind me. George was pulling up a chair alongside us.

I grasped his hand. “Long time my friend ... and yeah, your daughter does appear to be way less shy these days.”

A smile creased his face. “So, why don’t you accompany Brianna upstairs for a short while? I’ll look after the girls for you.”

Looking about the room I could see Kylie talking animatedly to Michelle in the corner, while Jenna had joined Graham and his two girls the other side of the room. Maybe they wouldn’t be requiring the chain-mail after all.

I had always been going to do it I realized ... right from the moment she asked the question. Even as we negotiated the second flight of stairs I found myself glancing at Brianna’s tight blue skirt through which the outline of her panties was clearly delineated. I couldn’t help wondering just how many lucky guys had been privileged to pull those sexy little undies down the last couple of years. Today though, it was undoubtedly to be my honor once again!

Opening the door to the guest-room, Brianna turned her head slightly and I just had to kiss her. Whatever resolutions I may have made, evaporated on the instant. She tasted like the provocative little teenager she was only to be for a few more weeks regrettably.

Closing the door behind us, I propelled her to the bed with an urgency I had no right to be feeling. More than happy to accommodate my lustful inclinations, she lay back on the coverlet as my hand delved between her legs, finding solace in the heat and intimacy there-in. My fingers sought out her panties, specifically the crevice mid center, where I traced and retraced the contours of her pussy. Slipping my hand beneath the elastic, I traversed the familiar terrain until my index finger located the ingress it sought.

Brianna was making urgent little sounds herself now – more so, when I began fondling her left breast with my free hand. Tugging her skirt higher was the least of problems, especially given my acute motivation and her unforced complicity. Divested of her top moments later, she looked the image of innocent tease, lying there in just her bra and panties, the soft material having worked its way into her vaginal cleft, one bra strap down around her right elbow.

“I know I sound such a slut, but I need you to fuck me so badly,” she giggled.

“Right now sweetheart, a “slut” is exactly what I need too, so don’t feel bad,” I grinned, one hand already inside the waistband of those sexy pink knickers. They looked even sexier as they slipped past her knees, which she very considerately raised for me. Tugging her bra free was accomplished courtesy of some strategic wriggling on her part, thus rendering her completely naked and at my total deviate whim.

There was so much I could have done to her but you know, nothing really beats kissing. Shucking off my own pants and shirt, I lay beside her before pulling her on top of me while hanging on to that curvy little bottom for support. With her breasts resting flush up against my chest, thus providing an uninterrupted view down her cleavage and her hair hanging loose across both our faces, I used my spare hand to align certain essential physiological components.

The gentle sigh that emanated from those barely glossed lips bespoke a girl thoroughly at ease with her immediate predicament. Penetrating her deeper still – so easy at that angle, brought back memories of so many pleasurable moments spent with Brianna in the past.

“Push in further,” she almost whimpered, her eyes closed in silent ecstasy.

As the tempo increased, she began arching her back to facilitate a deeper penetration. Able now to suckle either breast as I thrust upwards, I knew she was losing control of her emotions, fully submissive and responding more to the primitive matrix.

I wasn’t too far off “primitive” myself at the point I was able to discharge my entire collection of impregnated DNA carriers, into her hot procreative cavern. For a full thirty seconds, she lay atop me, small beads of sweat making her hairline damp, her respiration anything but stable.

“Was that what you had in mind?” I whispered eventually.

“Uh huh!” she managed, that sweet face the image of a satisfied Cheshire cat.

Rejoining the group, it didn’t appear anyone had even noticed our absence. Natalie and Melanie were still chatting, Kylie was seated demurely on the far couch where Warwick and Jerry had joined her, but nothing vaguely untoward seemed to be in the wind. Giving Brianna one more kiss, I returned to my chair and the refilled glass of JD that someone had kindly attended to.

Brad had joined Connor, one either side of Larissa but neither was acting in any amorous manner towards her. They appeared to be deep in normal conversation. Perhaps what I saw earlier between her and Connor was less suggestive than I had imagined. I was beginning to feel bad about my interlude with Brianna. That’s ‘bad’ as opposed to regretful.

Right then I noticed that Jenna was no longer sitting with Chloe and Kirsten, nor was their father Graham. Glancing around I could see neither one of them. It was only when I realized that Paul had disappeared too that my suspicions were aroused.

Quaffing the remnants of my drink I ambled across to Kylie.

“Have you seen Jenna?” I asked her. I thought I detected a smirk on Jerry’s face but said nothing.

“No dad – she was over with Graham’s girls just now,” Kylie replied.

“Yeah well he’s not around either,” I semi-growled.

“They might have gone outside,” Warwick suggested. I could have sworn there was a smile playing around his face also.

A cursory glance around Jerry’s well-manicured garden five minutes later, ruled that possibility out, leaving options somewhat thin on the ground. With a degree of trepidation I headed back towards the main staircase. Surely she hadn’t?

Even as I negotiated the last stair I could see the door to the main bedroom was closed. It hadn’t been when Brianna and I took temporary possession of the guest room a short while ago. Approaching the door, I could clearly hear noises from within. It didn’t sound like a group of people playing Scrabble!

Of a mind to fling the door open, I nevertheless opted for the strategic approach and very slowly opened the door. I suppose I knew what I was going to see.

At least she still had panties on.

Kneeling center-quilt, Graham was in front of Jenna with Paul to the rear. His arms were around her, holding both breasts and he was fondling them stupid even while he nuzzled her neck. I could plainly see how erect her nipples were.

Graham’s hand was between my daughter’s legs and he appeared to be either fingering her inside her panties or simply rubbing her through them. Either way, Jenna was moaning audibly, her arms around Graham’s shoulders and her head thrown back, clearly enjoying to the hilt everything they were doing to her. None had noticed my intrusion. Partially shielded by a portable room-divider right near the door, I figured I would just watch for a moment.

Observing with a mixture of arousal and disappointment I suppose, I was forced to concede that if this is what Jenna wanted, then it was hardly my place to read her the riot act – especially given my own actions just ten minutes earlier. Like her sisters, she was a young and very attractive girl who evidently saw nothing wrong in taking pleasure where pleasure was up there on a silver platter for the taking. It was my own actions after all, that had led all three daughters “astray” yet watching her there on that bed, allowing both men to fondle and seduce her, I couldn’t help but wonder just what actual damage was being done. At twenty now, an “adult” now legally – not that far short of twenty-one, she was certainly old enough to know what she liked.