Chapter 11: The Weekend

I had looked forward to this weekend and it was finally upon us. The warm Indian summer had finally ended and Fall season had taken its place. The daylight hours were getting shorter and the nights were getting colder. Leaves were changing color.

The Moran family was changing also. Instead of a family of three, we were now a family of four. The childhood innocence of our daughter was changing into the realities of adulthood.

Today, our daughter turns 15. Most people do not recognize the significance of that age. Turning fifteen marks the transition into womanhood. By fifteen, most girls have developed breasts and have pubic hair, have reached their adult height, and had their first menstrual period.

Fifteen year olds have a deeper capacity for caring and sharing and for developing more intimate relationships. Sexuality is a part of who they are and who they’ll become. Their beliefs and expectations about sex and sexuality are influenced by their personal experiences, family life, and cultural background. Feeling comfortable with their sexuality and sexual identity is essential to a 15 year olds healthy development.

This afternoon, my wife and I would help her celebrate her rite of passage into womanhood by hosting a birthday party for her and some of her school friends.

This evening, we will help her and Gracie celebrate their transition from an innocent child into a sexual women. A very few, select friends will be attending tonight’s celebration.

The plan for today was simple. This morning, Carol Quigley would take Liz and Gracie to the Indian Arts and Crafts show at the fairgrounds. I would get the necessary supplies to build another gate while my wife, Austin, and Martha would decorate the house for Liz’s birthday party.

After the birthday party, we would all chip in and get the room ready for tonight’s activities.

Liz was the first to join me in the kitchen but was followed closely by my wife and Austin. I was surprised that their discussion centered on last night’s activities instead of today’s.

After breakfast, Liz and I showered and got dressed. I was going to Lowe’s and then a rental store to get a bottle of helium. Liz would be going with Gracie and Carol to the fairgrounds.

By the time I arrived back home, Martha had joined Ann and Austin in decorating the house. I put the gate supplies in the garage and brought the helium bottle inside. One hundred balloons later the decorating was finished.

We spent the rest of the morning talking about the Twain family. Martha and Rolf were very impressed with them after the session at the Quigley house and Martha was even more impressed after hearing what happened at our house last night.

I told the ladies that John and Carol had known the Twains for quite a while and that I was sure that they wanted them to join our poly group.

My cell phone chirped. It was Joan Twain. She said that Martin, her husband’s twin brother, was helping them get their old house ready to sell and she wondered if we would mind if they invited him to join us tomorrow afternoon. I told her that that would be fine with us. Joan reminded me that tomorrow would be a naked get together, so be prepared for whatever might happen.

I repeated the conversation to Ann, Austin, and Martha with all of them giving me their whole hearted approval.

“I know we need to start getting dressed for the party, but I have a question for all of you.” I asked, “Would it be alright if Tracy invites her brother to attend tomorrow’s get together?”

They all gave their approval but my wife said that we should probably ask John and Carol if it was alright with them. I agreed and called John. He gave us his approval. I called Tracy and let her know that her brother could join us tomorrow. My wife called Joan to get her approval for Tracy’s brother to accompany her to tomorrow’s event. Joan said, “Of course. The more the merrier.”

Carol brought the girls home with thirty minutes to spare. Carol and John would not be attending the birthday party but would be here tonight. Rolf and Martha arrived a few minutes later and we all waited on the party guests to arrive.

Six girls and four boys invaded our home. They were all 15 to 16 year olds and they all were in the same class.

My wife greeted each teenager as they came to the door. She handed each one of them a 5 x 8 notecard and a pencil. Martha directed them to the living room and had them put any presents on the table, next to Liz’s birthday cake.

When everyone had arrived, my wife said, “You are all classmates and most of you have known each other for years. So we are going to play a game and see how well you know each other. You each have a note card. We want you to write down three statements about yourself. Two of the statements need to be true and one of them false. Each player will read their statements and then each of the remaining contestants will guess which statements are true and which one was false. Anyone who chooses the correct false statement gets three points. The person who has the most points at the end of the game will get to choose a prize from table one.

“Before we start, I will give you an example. I have written three statements about me. I will read each statement before you vote.

“My first statement is my first name is Ann and my second name is Marie. My second statement is I am 37 years old. And my last statement is my boobies are 36D’s.

“Anyone choosing my last statement as false wins three points.”

Martha passed out the voting sheet, the participants put their name on the back of the note card, and wrote their three statements on the front. After turning in the cards to my wife, the game began.

It was obvious that my wife, using her boobs in one statement, set the tone for all of the other statements. One of the girls wrote: I have played with my own pussy. I have played with my sister’s pussy. I have played with my brother’s cock. Another girl wrote: I kissed a boy before I was 14. I French kissed a boy before I was 15. I lost my virginity to a boy before I was 16. A boy wrote: I was the captain of the JV football team. I started masturbating at 13. I have a 12” cock.

Liz wrote: I’m always naked when I am home. I have played with my best friend’s pussy. I lost my virginity when I was 14. Gracie wrote; I am not wearing any panties. I am not wearing a bra. I have been naked in public.

Colleen Brightstar won the contest by correctly identifying nine of the eleven false statements. By the way, her three statements were; I have not fucked my mother yet. I have not fucked my father yet. I have not fucked my grandfather yet. I am guessing that her first statement was the false one.

All during the game, the kids were hollering, clapping, and having a great time. When it came to an end, everyone wanted to play another round.

Ann and Martha kept the party moving forward by having the group surround Liz and sing happy birthday to her. The cake was cut and everyone watched Liz open her presents.

The next game to be played was called Bust the Balloon. The twelve teens were divided up into six pairs. Each pair was given a balloon. The object of the game was to place the balloon between them and, without using their hands, they had to bust the balloon. Using the notecards from the first game, my wife called out the pairings for this game. Liz was paired with Jose and Gracie was paired with Juan. The winners of the game were two A-cup girls who didn’t have to worry that their cleavage would hinder the pressure needed to break the balloon.

Liz and Jose came in second and we heard other balloons break soon after. Only Gracie and Juan remained. Martha went up to them and whispered in their ears. Rolf was watching intently as he saw his daughter take Juan’s hands and place them on the sides of her huge 38D breasts. Gracie put her arms around Juan and pulled him tightly against her as Juan pushed her braless breast together. The balloon burst.

The last game was Twister. The same pairings from the balloon game were used to play twister. Liz and Gracie were eliminated in the first round. The semifinal pairings were arranged and the game continued. The three finalists would play the last game. Liz sat on my lap. Gracie sat on her father’s lap while Juan, Jose, and Colleen played the last round of twister.

“Daddy,” my daughter whispered. “Colleen is cheating.”

I asked her how was Colleen cheating and Liz told me that every time she moved to a different position she would touch one of the boy’s penis.

I looked at the twister game more carefully and my daughter was right. Thinking back to the original True/False game and Colleen’s statements, I knew that she was using sex to get an edge on her opponents.

Juan was the first to drop out of the game, covering his midsection as he fell off the game mat. Three spins later Jose had to move his right hand to the nearest red circle. Colleen was in an inverted position and the nearest red circle was under her cheeks. Jose moved his right hand from its current position. His hand trailed down and over one of her tits before ending up at the top of the junction between her legs. He was flexing his fingers getting ready to make his final move to the red circle when Colleen screamed, “OOOH SHIT!” I looked closer and Jose was not just flexing his fingers, he was playing with Colleen’s pussy.

She dropped to the mat, folded her body into a fetal position, and her body started to spasm.

Jose was the winner.

There were only a few minutes left before 5pm and the end of the party. Ann and Martha made sure that all the non-winners picked up one of the gifts that remained on the three prize tables.

Parents were already outside waiting on their daughters or sons.

We only had two hours before tonight’s initiation party would begin.

Rolf and I rearranged furniture and brought in the three mattresses from the garage. My wife, Martha, and Austin cleaned the house and brought out towels and sheets. Our daughters took Liz’s presents to her room.

With everyone helping, we were ready for tonight’s get-together.

Liz and Grace had not returned from the bedroom, so we talked about their initiation and made a few more specific plans.