Chapter 3

Danika

After over an hour in the scrum of naked bodies in the living room, he was hungry and thirsty and possibly a little drunk. So far, the sex with Danika’s extended family had been more than fun, it was eye-opening in the possibilities. Heading for the kitchen, Zack realized he had learned a couple of important facts about group sex. Pacing yourself was one of them, don’t be in a rush.

He took a big slice of chocolate cake and poured himself a glass of milk. Several people from Danika’s extended family were doing the same, getting dessert and drinks before spreading out around the dining room. Cousin Katie gave him a smile and his ass a squeeze as she passed through the kitchen in search of the bathroom.

Zack followed Katie into the hallway just off the kitchen out of the way where he could still see the living room. The pretty blonde disappeared into the bathroom. On one wall was a series of family photos in color and black and white. One black and white photo caught his eye. A man in a khaki Navy uniform stood on the deck of an old WW II submarine. It was a newspaper clipping preserved in wood frame behind glass. He was trying to read the small print when Danika found him. Like everyone else, she was naked and looked flush as she always appeared after a good round of sex.

“Hey, may I?” she pointed at his half-eaten cake on his paper plate and smiled.

Zack forked a piece of double-layer chocolate cake and pointed it at her mouth. Her lips enveloped the fork as her hand steadied his. She smiled as he took the fork back.

“Thank you. I see you found the pictures of my great-grandfather. In that newspaper cliping, he had just returned from his first war patrol in command of a submarine. That was late in 1944 at Pearl Harbor just after he was awarded his first Navy Cross.” She paused, “The other photo is of his crew in September of ‘45, in Tokyo Bay after the Japanese surrendered.”

Still looking at the newspaper photo, Zack looked closer at a man in uniform khaki pants and shirt, a black-brimmed officer cap on his head. The medal, a cross on a ribbon, hung from his left breast pocket as his right hand pointed at an impressive row of Japanese flags that had been painted down the side of the conning tower. The handsome man smiled at whoever was taking the picture. “Wow, that is impressive that you know all that.” As he spoke, Danika took his plate and fork and went at the rest of his cake. Just two naked well-fucked friends standing in a hall looking at old family photos.

Her mouth was full, so he kept talking. “Is this why you want to go to the Naval Academy?”

“One of the reasons,” she said tossing the plastic fork and plate in a nearby trashcan and reaching for the glass of milk that he had sat on a side table.

They stood almost chest to chest now nearly eye to eye. He saw nothing in her eyes to indicate anything was amiss after the last hour or so of sex in the living room. The group, as if by some silent announcement, had slowly broken up for dessert and drinks. Just a couple of people remained locked in passionate embraces.

“Are you having fun?” she asked as she pushed him farther down the hall past more old photos.

“Yes I am, everyone is nice and trying to make sure I fit in.” He knew she had seen what he did with her sister and mother but so far she had yet to mention it.

As if reading him, “If you are waiting for me to ask about your little thing with my mom and Clara, I won’t,” she paused at the door of what looked to be a girl’s bedroom. Hers?

She continued, “Why? Because there is a digital recording of this afternoon, if you didn’t know, that is shared within the family so I can look anytime. “In our family, we don’t often talk about our partners, or what we did. The sex, whatever happened, is between each person even as we ‘fuck’ in the open it is also private. I know I don’t make sense, but later you may understand.”

“I think I understand.” Not really, to him, it felt more like a group experience, but he wasn’t going to argue the point now.

“So you ready for our date? Had enough of my family?” she teased him now.

He was struck by something different in Danika this afternoon. She seemed more confident and more at ease. During Brothel Night she had been shy and reserved taking it all as it came sometimes her tears bursting through when it all got to be too much. Today she was in control and taking the initiative.

“This is your room?” he said looking at the neat room, bed made, desk clean, computer, books, and awards all in order. The blinds on the single window by her desk closed.

“Yes go on in and make yourself comfortable on the bed. I want a quick wash and I’ll be back.”

Danika leaned up and kissed him on the lips before pushing him gently into her room and heading for the bathroom down the hall.

Zack lay down on the bed a full-sized bed just like Rebekah’s of the week before. He might have dozed off as the next thing he felt was a warm wet mouth on his cock. Opening his eyes, the strawberry blonde head of his date was bringing his flaccid guy to life as she leaned over the side of her bed. Skillfully using her hands and mouth on his cock and balls bringing him to bring life. As she worked his eyes drifted over her head to a poster on the far wall commemorating the trio of NASA Artemis astronauts who landed on the moon in 2027.

“Hey,” She was looking at him holding his stiff cock. “What do you think I should do with this?” she said playfully.

His arms were folded behind his head on the pillows, relaxed. “Maybe you can find someplace warm to put my guy?” he smiled back forgetting the poster. Just enjoying the sight of her face over his cock.

Zack held Danika close, her hips no longer rising and falling on his cock. He was spent having shot his seed inside her. Her head rested on his shoulder her breasts crushed against his chest as she lay on top. His arms were wrapped around her back as he placed a kiss on her shoulder. She cried. Deep sobs he could feel in her body, her warm tears running down her cheeks. He tried to kiss her, but she just held her head on his shoulder. So he rubbed her back until she calmed.

In comparison, his sister Heidi was not much of a crier, she used her tears to get stuff from dad and it often worked. He had last seen Danika this upset when he came into her room on Brothel Night having just had some rough sex and coping with a lot of new feelings, so she said. He had no clue as to why, but now he understood that sometimes she just needed a good cry.

“You okay,” he asked rubbing her back. His cock was still inside her, trapped in her warmth.

“Yes, just a lot going on Zack you don’t know about. I needed this, us,” she said turning her face to his so he could see her green eyes and wet cheeks. As she turned her body his cock slipped free.

She was on an elbow now next to him a hand on his chest as they watched each other. He was clueless as to what to say and it showed in his face he assumed.

“Do you think Melisa would take me on as a client?” she said the last part as she looked at her closed bedroom door before turning back to Zack.

He thought about it, not long, just a few heartbeats. He assumed Melisa was bisexual, but he hadn’t asked. She was smart and so far, had been a good listener and companion.

“I don’t see why not.” he paused “Would you like me to ask or just give you her contact card?”

“Card is fine.” Her tears had stopped, and she was smiling again her hand resting on his chest a finger teasing his left nipple.