Chapter 1

Riverwalk Park- Monday Afternoon

Zack and Rebekah sat side by side on a blanket gazing out at the terraced green spaces in front of them deep in conversation with the City of Nashville behind them. They faced west as they sat on an old blanket getting the most out of the late afternoon sun on their shirtless bodies. They only wore comfortable shorts. Rebekah had on a wide-brimmed straw sunhat while Zack wore his Saint-U Knights baseball cap.

Rebekah’s darker skin tone suggested she didn’t need to tan but Zack’s pale chest definitely needed the sun’s rays. He offered to rub lotion on her big breasts and back, but she had said ‘no thank you’ while looking around at the other sunbathers on the grass nearby. None were close enough to overhear their conversation.

They were here to talk, not mess around. Up until a few years ago, women could not expose their naked breasts in public, except to breastfeed, but thankfully that had changed. Per a US Supreme Court ruling, men and women were equals in the area of bare breasts and nipples in public.

Zack asked Rebekah to meet him after school to talk. He had spent Sunday afternoon with Danika and her extended family at a nice lunch that ended with an incestuous sex orgy. Now he had a few things to work through, Melisa his courtesan counselor was busy until mid-week with school. Rebekah drove them up here after school to a semi-private spot in Riverwalk Park where they could talk and enjoy the sun while looking at the boats on the Cumberland River.

They had walked out to the middle of the grassy open space and put down an old blanket Rebekah kept in her car. He took off his t-shirt while she removed her blouse and bra. They made small talk while they drank water from their Saint-U branded titanium bottles before she brought him around to the why of their meeting.

“You said you wanted to talk more about the ‘family sex’ question.” She said politely, her dark eyes watching his face before she slipped on her sunglasses.

Watching her lips as she talked, he felt the urge to kiss her but turned his attention to the green space and a couple tossing a frisbee instead.

“You know I went to Danika’s yesterday?” he said.

She nodded. “I do.”

She wasn’t making this easy, this confession of sorts, so he just came right out and said it. “I had sex with her mother.” He said thinking of her pretty mom, the same age as his own.

He took a breath. Rebekah was watching him.

“I also messed around with her younger sister as her family watched.” Clara was cute and younger than him and very willing. That was not all.

“He paused, seeing no reaction he said the hard part. “I watched Danika fuck her grandpa for the first time then she got a lot of attention from her relatives, before she and I spent time together.” He said it all in one quick-to-the-point confession. For now, he left out Ruth, the married pregnant woman who was one of the first ‘family members’ he fooled around with; leaving with her contact card and an invitation to see her sing at the Red Sparrow Cafe.

“I see,” she said turning her gaze to the field before looking at him. Rebekah put her backpack behind her head and laid back. “So that is what you ‘did’. Was it like Danika said it would be, an expression of love and shared pleasure?”

“Kind of. At lunch, Danika’s mom took me aside. She said Danika was worried that I would think differently of her after I spent the afternoon with them. That seeing her ‘with family’ would change how I feel, even though I am open to the idea of sex among family.” He paused, picturing how things got started.

“The first surprise, and there were a few, was how nice everyone was, just normal people. People I could have been sitting in church with that same morning.”

“Normal people have sex Zack,” Rebekah added.

“I know, but I was a bit naive about how intense it would be, even as a guest.” He admitted.

He laughed quietly to himself as he pictured the women not wearing bras and panties at the lunch table under their clothes. He pulled his backpack behind his head and turned on his side looking at Rebekah. She continued to listen quietly, content to let him talk.

“My first clue that they were different was when I noticed none of the women or the girls wore underwear at lunch before we undressed that is.”

“Well, Zack that is not a surprise if you think about it.” She let the comment hang. “What were you so naïve about? Give me an example.” Her hands were tented over her bare stomach, her face canted his direction.

“Watching Danika, who I know was with a few men at Brothel Night, I felt this weird erotic-jealous feeling as soon as she went with her grandpa.” He was thinking of when her grandfather first kissed her.

“Give me a specific example, I do understand the feeling, but I want to hear from you why it came up,” she said sounding more like Ms. Franks, their school counselor now.

Zack let out a breath as he watched a couple of young girls with small breasts take off their tops and lay down on a blanket not very far away, hopefully out of earshot.

“I’ll try. After lunch, we were all naked, all 20 of us sitting in a circle in the living room. Danika left me to go with her grandpa and was sitting on his lap just a few feet away. Lindsay, her pretty mom, who has the same big boobs as Danika came and sat next to me. Together we watched them as they ‘got comfortable’, so was everyone else, watching.” He paused as his cock reacted, pressing against his shorts, to the images racing through his head.

“Go on Zack, I’m listening,” Rebekah dropped her hands to her waist and unbuttoned the top button on her shorts.

“Hank, her grandpa is in his 60s, not a bad-looking guy, kissed her open-mouthed in front of everyone.” It was a long kiss with Danika reaching up for him pulling his face to hers as they French kissed. “At the same time, he put his hands on her chest.” He pictured the man’s big hands squeezing his granddaughter’s breasts, teasing her nipples as he held a breast in his big hand while they kissed. “I know I felt a bit jealous, but it was kind of erotic. I mean she’s sixteen and her grandpa’s a lot older and family,” he paused thinking of his next shock.

He watched Rebekah as he talked. She hadn’t done anything more with her shorts as her hands rested on her stomach. Her breasts lay heavy on her chest slowly rising up and down as she breathed.

He continued with his thought, “The next thing I know I felt a hand on my cock. I look down and Danika’s mom had her hand on my dick. Lindsay, her mom, started to play with my cock. Not that I needed much help at that point to get hard. Her mom was just watching her dad and Danika while she stroked me. His cock looked like an 8” curved spike between Danika’s thighs, big.” For an old guy, it didn’t take Gramps long to get hard.

Rebekah had a little smile on her face. He finished his little story.

“With her hand on my cock, I noticed Lindsay’s wedding band,” a slender gold band around her ring finger. “It hit me as I looked around the room at all the wedding bands and diamonds on the other women. Just about everyone older than me and Danika were married.”

Rebekah laughed, a short cough that surprised him.

“That part surprised you, Zack?” she said, “I can see how seeing our friend like that would screw with your head and her mom touching you at the same time. But being worried about infidelity, come on.”

He had a lot of other images going through his head and feelings. He was looking for specific ones to share at this point in the conversation.

“Yeah, I know but mostly I’m still trying to figure out this erotic-jealous feeling. That’s why I wanted to talk. You’ve asked me good questions before and made me think,” he said. He did feel different today, but he was not sure why it was. And if he thought about Sunday afternoon, it was fun being with a married woman, sexy daring forbidden fruit.

Rebekah waited, watching him, a slight smile on her lips. Her eyes were still hidden behind the dark sunglasses.

“Later, at home, I sort of felt guilty about being with a couple of the married women, infidelity and all that, picking a forbidden fruit.” He had. “Though I know there was no reason to feel bad as everyone there came with the full knowledge of their spouse. So, it wasn’t ‘cheating’ by definition,” he said.

“Maybe it’s my Christian upbringing, that stressed the sanctity of marriage that drove my guilty feeling.” He paused. “And yes, it was strange having Danika’s mom jerk me off and kiss me before she left me to go with someone else.”

He waited for his wise, more liberated friend to speak.

“Zack everything you said up to now about your reaction is normal or at least I think so. Now, what you saw Danika doing is still considered taboo or wrong in most of the Western world. Even as new legislation in the U.S. makes it legal society is still adjusting its norms to be more accepting.” Rebekah paused, watching his face.

She continued her hands now animated as she spoke, “Incest has been a part of life since Adam and Eve, if you want the oldest biblical example.” She saw him nod he understood, “I have no problem with it, I hope you know that. It’s a Natural law idea, look it up. You had sex with a group of people for pleasure and fun, they just all happened to be related to each other. That our friend Danika has sex with her relatives is okay in my view.” Rebekah said as she ticked off another point with her fingers.

“These days, no one gets pregnant accidentally anymore. I’m sure all the women were taking birth control. You have the rapid STD testing kits, so there is that. And from what Danika told me the family has rules to make sure people are emotionally ready for sex.” Rebekah ticked off her last point resting her hands over her ‘innie’ belly button.

That was a lot to hear but she made good points.

“Thanks, I guess I’m still working on is ‘family sex’ better or is just something different that attracts me. Do I even want to do it with my mother and sister and all that?” he said and added “Would Mom and Heidi see sex together as an expression of love?” he poked at the blanket and the turf underneath as he processed her words.

Rebekah made another point, “That kiss you described between Danika and her grandfather sounded a lot like an expression of love. But let me share something personal with you. I hope you are okay hearing this?” she said waiting for his nod of affirmation.

He did and reached for her left hand, which she gave him. A glance around told him no one had come closer than the two topless girls nearby.

“My family came here three years ago from Israel, so my father could take a position as one of the Rabbi at the New Reform Synagogue. My father is a dual citizen and because of him so am I. A lot of our relatives are in southeast Florida, Miami, Palm Beach area.” She took a breath, “I told you my parents organized a cousin for me to lose my virginity to but that was not all.” She looked out to the field, perhaps at the topless girls nearby, then at Zack.

“For six months I had a relationship with an older, married relative down in Florida,” she let out a breath, her confession given.

He didn’t react to the news, just took it in, “Tell me about it,” he used the words that Ms. Franks and Melisa both used when waiting for more information.

“Not much to say, my mother and father thought being with this man would mature me at the same time my dad wanted to strengthen connections with that side of our family in Florida. The man was a distant relative, so it was not exactly like your experience at Danika’s.” Zack thought he might have caught the edge in her voice at the mention of her dad using her to get closer to another family.

“Did it help?” asking another open-ended question.

“He was nice enough and the sex was okay. I spent some weekends in Palm Beach with him as I was still up here in school and then a couple of months over the summer before it ended. Like you, I felt guilty at first about the sex as his wife back in Israel taking care of a sick relative. I never asked him if she knew and when his wife and daughter returned our relationship ended. My father seemed happy.” She shrugged.

“After a while, I just realized as my parents had told me ‘sex was sex’, a way to find pleasure and if lucky deepen our connections. This man was not bothered by his infidelity, so I chose not to be.” She shrugged and her breasts jiggled a little on her chest as she talked and grew animated.

Zack enjoyed watching Rebekah talk. Her pretty mouth was his focus as her eyes were still hidden. His cock stiff in his shorts.