Episode 98: cHOP cHOP

“A fucking hour to get ready and be at the field. I should have just showered at Horton-Dexter. Roger could have showered with me. Yeah, I wouldn’t have been on time either way.”

Piper Cherry pushed the speed limit in going home, driving wildly wasn’t smart but it had to be done. Fortunately for her the Nashville POPO were all on cOFFee breaks eating donuts, or simply aware and ordered not to intervene. Not all officers had those connections however, but they would likely have been warded off. Some rogues liked to ignore orders if it meant a pretty girl or an equally handsome guy. Even the police liked to push their authority. Nearing her housing division Hooters Crossing she took out a curb bitching at her idiotic clumsiness, big beautiful braless breasts dancing in the process. Heirbags! Born with them and carried down through the generations.

“There goes a front-end alignment. Fuck me!”

Four minutes later she pulled into her driveway and jumped out. Like a pussy on a hot tin roof, she danced her way over her scalding hot concrete driveway by leaving her heels in her Ford Edge. Even her purse remained in the vehicle, cellphone and all. She was in that big of a hurry. Rushing in through her front door she was met with over joyous licks. Depending on whom she might have enjoyed it. Not her type!

“Get off me you Big Lug.”

“I’m not on you.”

“Not you!” Piper Cherry battled her dog Rotten who was a tad too excitable, her nephew Mace Belmont not even bothering to rescue her. “I don’t have time Baby Boy.” She held her Rottweiler like a dance partner as he licked her face and neck. “Quit trying to turn me on. I told you long ago we’re only friends.” She was teasing her dog turning them in step to shut her front door with a kick that nearly sent her off balance. “Little help here?”

“I’m not going near him. He’s been humping legs since I got back home, and you are leggy. Did you see the video I text you?” He had to laugh. Not that that video was still existing if he had only taken the time to look. Like many other incriminating videos circulating they were intercepted and saved but deleted from the public eye.

“I haven’t had time to do anything but brake and accelerate.” She finally had to push Rotten off of her and get stern, “GET OFF!”

“That’s what Travis said.” Mace chuckled.

“Nooooooooo!” Piper exhaled as if shocked then looked at Rotten, “You didn’t!”

“Pretty close. I had a heck of a time pulling him off Trav. It was funny as hell. Right after his shower, he was even naked when it happened. I think Knox recorded it. Oh, he freaked out at your dildo stuck to the shower tile.”

“Poor Travis.” She pouted but still found the boys trauma slightly amusing. Removing her dress as she walked by Mace, she had to kick at Rotten to avoid his sniffing. The scent of jizz attacked both male’s senses making Mace at least wave a hand in front of his nose.

“You get laid?”

“No, just jizzed on. The Science teacher Roger Dundee.”

“Lucky guy.” He chuckled.

“You need to stop, Mister! Leave me alone and let me get showered. Make me a grilled cheese to go.”

“As if I don’t have to change too.” Grilled cheese did sound good though.

“You’ve been home longer than I have, you should have been ready by now.”

“Watching cable. Fresh Prince of Belmont.” He mused, having watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire.

“That’s what I’m saying quit getting fresh with me all the time.”

“Not gonna stop. You’re stuck with me.”

“UGGGGGGGH!” She shut her bedroom door for a moment’s peace. While his back was too Rotten, Mace was taken from behind. The dance was not divinely. At least he was in the kitchen where Knox Hardecker couldn’t record his misfortune.

“GET THE FUCK OFF!”

“That’s telling him.” She giggled hearing her nephew’s panic. Better him than her. “Maybe I need to get Rotten a girlfriend.” She turned the valve in her shower to prime the temperature, “French poodle? Naaaa! One whore in the house is enough. I could put him up for stud if I can find another AKC Rott.” Her ten-minute shower was the best ever, even backing into her plunger on the tile wall. Quickie! Thinking of Travis Herbert in the shower not long before her that quickie turned to icky. “Clean up your act Cherry!”

Mace avoided a shower of his own by locking Rotten in the back yard. Grilled cheese did on the menu. Chef Belmont to the kitchen. Double cheddar!

Speaking of showers...

Three women hogged the hot water competing for cleanliness. Sable and her mother Josie occupied the only two showers available. Twin sister Dakota having brushed her teeth took the time to run downstairs in her underwear. Rose colored panties to be precise, no bra. Stolen from her mother’s stash. Stalking her father who was back inside his office she made sure he heard her whistling while passing by his opened door. Looking up to see her Henry McKellen growled.

“I shouldn’t have let her know I caught on to her body double act. Kota is going to keep messing with me hoping I give in and do more. I don’t mind the kissing and touching stuff if it’s helpful but let’s face it she’s abusing it now.” He stared at his computer monitor absorbing the images he was designing of his character Mark and his daughters Montana and Bunny. “Yeah, this shit helps. I can’t seem to keep my dick down anymore. Is that healthy?”

Seconds later Dakota returns with a juice box, “Wanna sip?” She sucked on her straw with devilish eyes.

“Hadn’t you better get ready for the game?” He swallowed dryly seeing her perky nipples begging to be sucked on, she was even going so far as to circle an areola with a fingertip.

“I have a few minutes. Do you like my undies daddy?” She twirls in step taunting him.

“Yours? I seem to recall seeing your mother in those, that is when she wore underwear.” He rolled his eyes.

“She doesn’t need them anymore. Her loss my gain. But again, I might stop wearing mine too. Should I start going without daddy? Do boys prefer no underwear? They seem to like my boobies without a bra.”

“Suit of armor.” He chuckled, “Yes, they look very nice. I’m sure Angus will love those.”

“He liked my other pair. Did I tell you someone stole my panties earlier in the week? Dress day, I went without. Corey Samson swiped them out of my book bag. Angus got them back for me.”

“Jesus!” He pinched his nose realizing how much she was acting like her mother. “You need to keep your bum covered Kota.”

“My bum? You mean my bun? Buns?” She shifted in her stance to spank her left butt cheek with a curious sparkle in her eye.

“Those too. Don’t be like your mom ... for me?”

“I’d do anything for you daddy.” Bringing her empty juice pouch to his garbage can she tossed it then slipped her fingers beneath her underwear and bent forward slipping them to her toes. She then crumpled them up and tossed them on to his desk. “Bombs away! Tank talk!” She razzed him over his denial of what kind of game he was designing. “I feel frisky.” He sneered at her mentioning frisky when his game was called Frisque. “Anything but that.” Not be like mom. She was well on her way even if it was a three-year delay compared to when Josie started having sex. “Gonna go get ready now. Miss you daddy.” Off she went wiggling with intention.

“I’m dead.” His erection wasn’t. Work done for the day on Frisque, looking at his characters Montana and Bunny with Mark was just going to make it worse. Panties in his hand he refused to sniff them. He’d try to come home and finish his artwork early in the morning when it was quiet. If he had the energy. He didn’t know what he was in for at Cashanova later. Standing up to stretch he caught her scent.

“Dammit Harper!”

Blame it on the co-worker.

Upstairs Josie McKellen brushed, and blow dried her shoulder length brown mane, scenting up with a whorishly yummy perfume. Eying herself in her bathroom mirror, finally seen through retreating steam she basked in her beauty. Setting her brush down she admired her tits from side to side. “Henry’s right. The girls are perfect.” That was a loaded response considering the trouble they were having of late with their daughters. A trouble barely beginning.

For now, the thoughts were on this particular set of twins. “Faint hickies around my left nipple, I better be careful of Reese and his half courtship. Too many of these and Roman is going to catch on, Henry too. But at least Henry would think it’s from Roman. Of course, Roman could think it’s from Henry. Situation solved.” She giggled, blame the other and enjoy the marks. The thing was, Reese and the other students were starting to get rougher. Choking would leave bruises. The Booker brothers were just as aggressive. Spanked red marks from hands far bigger than her main lovers would leave a telltale sign. Sighing she shared a shrug with her own twin in the mirror, “So be it.”

After laying out her dress earlier she knew what she was wearing. While Roman requested jeans, which would make sense, evening might get slightly cooler, she just wanted her sexuality to be seen more vividly. Body heat from secret lovers like Jason Grainger whom she promised to meet beneath the bleachers would suffice, plenty of friction. Piper Cherry to blame for this, there was no looking back in either of their minds. “If it does get nipply I can at least wear one of those new shirts Piper had printed up for the cheerleaders. Which reminds me Sable needs to go get her outfit from Piper before game time so she can change into it. I better warn her.”

Opening her bedroom door which she realized was ajar she peeked her head out and looked down the hall. “Sable?” From the distance her daughter’s door popped open and she too leered out, herself naked by the looks of it.

“Yeah?”

“You better hurry and run next door for your Swallow’s uniform before Piper leaves. You don’t want to have to change in the car.”

“She’s riding with Mace. Changing in his truck might be fun.” Dakota popped her own door open in a three-way of heads.

“You need to butt out Dakota.”

“Okay!” She opened her door all the way and mooned her mother. Having put on another pair of panties, leaving the rosy ones with her father she decided on a second pair. These were white with lace everywhere, nothing hidden.

“Are those mine?” Josie tilted her head scowling.

“You don’t wear undies anymore. So, I adopted them.”

“Fine! You’re right.” She thought better of arguing, knowing her girls knew so much. No fight in her she still grumbled, “I need to get dressed. I just wanted to remind Sable.”

“I’ll head over in five minutes.” Sable shared, “Can I borrow panties?”

“Yes. Hurry up over before your father comes up here.” In a mad dash Sable streaked across the hall and joined her mother in nudity. Not to be left out Dakota sprang into her own stroll and the three of them gravitated around Josie’s dresser. Josie had her favorites so stood close to their treasure hunt ready to draw a sword. Dakota spotting a bluish-purple G-string she had missed earlier snatched it up and took time to drop her white lace to switch out. All three women naked giggling was fun for them, torture for others.

“OH JESUS!” Henry had made it upstairs and walked right in on the trio of beauties.

“Turn your head.” Josie laughed as Henry feigned a blush and covered his eyes. Just as quickly Henry removed his hand and joined them in looking into the drawers. Hugging Josie to make it look less obvious he kissed her forehead.

“Just take the drawer already.”

Noticing her daughters being more shameless than usual made Josie wince, “Divide them up and go. Your father needs two minutes of attention.” In response Dakota faced him after slipping on the G-string. Sable a bit more modest to make things look good just gathered a bunch up and scurried back to her room. Dakota then whispered, “I got what I wanted earlier.”

“When did you have time to...?” Josie paused. “You came home from school in place of Sable, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.” Dakota kept a straight face. “I went through your drawers before school, seeing as you left so early.”

“Cell phones. When I brought you ... Sable home she had her own cell. Not yours. Are you two trying to be sneaky?”

“They switched cell cases is all.” Henry stepped up. “I saw them. Drunk as I was.”

“Right! Shell game!” Dakota giggled, “Running out of time. Love you daddy.” Shamelessly she hugged him from behind as he hugged Josie from behind. Pinching both parents on the butt she scurried away. Josie shook her head.

“Love you too Punky.” He refused to watch her wiggle away. He didn’t have to look, Josie’s dresser mirror said it all. Instead, he drew Josie into a hug that masked his inspection of his daughter’s tight heart shaped bottom. The G-string made it look as if she wore nothing.

“Quit staring.” Josie wasn’t being fooled.

“What? I can’t look at my wife’s behind?” It was in the mirror too.

“Mine yes. Dakota’s ... I give up. Henry? Did they really switch cell cases?”

“Blurry! It happened at the front door. Between sunlight coming in and Travis rambling I saw the girl’s switcheroo. What you mentioned earlier about the phones made sense until I remembered that.” He was a convincing liar. Josie just frowned. She didn’t care anymore.

“I need to get dressed.” She sighed patting his back then peeling away, her nipples last to depart his body. It was then that Henry noticed the hickey over her nipple.

“Roman ... roaming?” He pointed at her chest.

“Yep! Before classes today. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it when I was in your lap.” She too lied. The hickey was from her air mattress ordeal with Reese and the boys, which was added to during 1st. period inside her classroom.

“Guess I need to make it a duel.” He turned her back to the bed and threw her on the mattress. Door wide open he stretched out over her and attacked her other nipple sucking on it all primal. Josie began laughing hysterically at his attitude. Her reaction drawing Dakota back into play, leering around the corner of their bedroom door to watch. Henry peering up over his wife’s body spotted Dakota wearing only that G-string. Eyes flaring at how her father was letting her observe she played with her own nipples in front of him. Josie in her delight had grabbed her dress and covered her face blinding her as Henry stormed her chest and tickled her ribs. Too perfect.

Unknown to Henry however was the fact Sable was hidden to the left of the bedroom door, herself only in panties. Eventually she too popped her head nervously around the threshold. Her father seeing her winked then tugged Josie’s nipple tightly between his teeth and lifted her breast, before swallowing it whole. Legs kicking to each side of him Josie squealed. A hickey was definitely left. Teeth marks too.

Drawing away from Josie the girls snuck away before being seen. From her doorway Dakota raised her voice, “NOW! NOW! KIDS!” Josie froze and uncovered her face to peer back at the doorway to find it free of life. Sighing she gave up again.

“They saw us, didn’t they?”

“Dunno, too busy. Want a hickey down here too?” He rushed between her legs and nips her clit making Josie scream and kick again. Enough being enough he crawled away watching Josie point at him with an evil stare. “I never could resist you.” He went into the bathroom leaving her to recover. Seeing her cell next to her Josie winced and plucked it up. Calling Dakota’s phone, she waited until her daughter stepped back across the hall.

“Why are you calling me from your bedroom?” Dakota held her cell in front of her, the case was indeed Sable’s. Sable joined them wearing clothes consisting of a t-shirt and HiRISE cotton shorts ready to go with her own cell in hand.

“Butt dial!” Josie looked at her cell severing the call.

“Mom thought you and I switched identities today.” Dakota giggled, “She noticed that we switched cell cases.” Sable warned her of the fact, so Dakota ran with it.

“This morning before school.” Sable chimed in. “I just wanted something different. Can I buy a new cell case?”