Episode 9: Lawn Lizard

8:30 AM early Sunday morning!

Lance Foxx returned home and went straight for the shed to fire up the lawnmower. He began mowing the lawn as instructed by his father the night before in return for allowing the boy to camp out at a friend’s. The devious young man hadn’t put much thought into where his twin sister Britney was being so early. Still half asleep himself he presumed that she was still in bed. The same of his father Keith. True enough except for one thing. The two of them were still in bed together and clinging to one another. Incest no rest!

Luckily, Keith woke up at the disruptive roar of the push mower beneath his bedroom window. Cradled tightly in the small of his armpit was his adorable daughter Britney who refused to stir. Keith chose to linger there in bed listening to his son’s rip-roaring chore knowing he had time to break up their entanglement. No stress there. Keith was as cool as they came. Five more minutes to caress his daughter’s body, she smiled at his attentiveness even if she refused to open her eyes. In all reality she fantasized that he might roll over on top of her and take her for another SpIN. Not this morning!

“Wake up, Princess.” He gently shook her shoulder.

Groggily she stirred without those eyelids opening and frolicked her nomadic fingers in her father’s chest hair. Inhaling his scent she finally fluttered her eyelashes at him with brilliance, “Morning, Daddy.”

“Not a word of this.” He growled sternly! “Even though your brother knows we’ve already broken a few laws. Hopefully he knows better than to run his mouth. Don’t answer that, I’ll make sure he zips up.”

“Good luck with that one.” She kissed his shoulder, “I swear I’ll never let on that we’ve gotten close. I love it when you treat me like a whore instead of your daughter. I can be both.” Keith nodded taking her at her word, noting Brit expressing an unspoken thought.

“What’s on your mind?” He huffed!

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

He tilted his chin to look at her better. “I guess.”

“Are you and mom, okay? Lance and I never hear you talk much anymore. Let alone have sex.”

“That noticeable? Yeah, it’s been over a year now. I think I took that frustration out on you.”

“I can tell.” She giggled! “I don’t mind keeping you happy if mom doesn’t. When you want or need me just drag me to bed.”

“Or just drag you wherever I feel like fucking you.” That had her smiling brightly! “Sore? I fucked you pretty hard last night. Most of the night.” Four hours straight! Every position imaginable!

“A little. I like how rough you treat me. Any time you want me, I will never tell you no.”

“We’ll see. It probably isn’t a good idea to make a habit of it. I don’t want your mom or Lance to get ideas. That stunt you and he pulled the other night was wrong, but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. If Lance suckers you again, you let me know.”

“I understand and I will. To be honest with you I like messing with Lance, making him think he can boss me around. I won’t go into details but just know I can take care of myself. Now, why are you and mom having problems? Please tell me the truth.”

“Growing apart, I guess. Your mom’s having her fun elsewhere.”

Brit narrowed her eyes at the probability. “You know this for a fact?”

“I do.” This response led Brit to sit up facing down at him with a look of astonishment.

“Her boss?” Brit guessed!

“Yeah! Her lady co-worker too. Your mom is bisexual.”

“Oh, my God. Daddy, I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

“I know! And I will need.” He chuckled! “Just keep this all to yourself, there is no reason to upset your brother.”

She pouted then dropped forward into his arms for the tightest hug ever. He loved the scent of her long brown hair, her nipples carving playfully into his chest. Exhaling his contentment Keith heard the mower shut down.

“Lance sounds like he’s done outside. You better head out and go get cleaned up.”

“Nooooo!” She exhaled her disappointment. “Fuck me the shower.” Casting the sheet off she quickly rolled into a dive and planted a tender kiss to the tip of his morning wood. His dick quivered at her sudden motion.

“Not today! Stop while you’re ahead. Do what I told you.”

“Fine!” Orders! Orders! Orders!

Crawling from his comfy bed she gathered her under garments and silently eased the bedroom door open. Playing cautious she looked both directions before stepping out and sealing the door behind her. Keith did admire that tight little ass as she leaned out. Taking that asshole in the shower did sound appealing. Another morning!

Standing nude in the hallway she glanced toward the kitchen to see Lance already inside the house. Spotting her he bulged his eyes. In response Brit held a finger of silence to her lips then wiggled her way down the hallway to her bedroom. Lance was already speechless. Like his father he did enjoy that tight ass. Once in her bedroom she snatched up her cell and immediately sent a text to Lance.

“You did not just see me. Dad’s awake, so play dumb. Should be easy enough for you. LOL!”

He quickly typed back, “Home wrecker! LOL!”

“Takes one to know one.” Chuckling to himself Lance let it simmer and poured a bowl of Fruity Pebbles cereal. Hearing his dad open his door and step across the hall to the bathroom he ignored the knowledge and chewed bite after bite. “I started something between them I’ll never be able to shut down. This is only the beginning. Oh, well, at least I can get some too. I can use her fucking dad as fuel to always get my way.” And she would graciously allow it and use it for her own kindling. What an ate up family!

Noisily Keith flushed and washed his hands, taking time to splash water on his face to wake up better before departing the restroom. Lance continued to listen as he fed his face with a spoonful of multi-colored rice. The only distraction was his sister returning in pajamas, just in time to see Keith at his bedroom door. Playing stupid was easy enough!

“Good morning daddy.” She smirked at him. “I’m going to take a shower.” She then shook her butt at him hoping he might join her.

“Save some hot water for me. I think I’ll run out for coffee and bring back some donuts.”

“No donuts for me. I’m watching my weight.” She giggled entering then sealing herself into the bathroom. Keith already in his jeans snatched a polo shirt from his closet and stepped into the kitchen. He spotted Lance tipping his bowl.

“I guess you don’t need donuts either.”

“Always room for a Boston Cream. I mowed the yard.”

“I heard. Have fun with your friends last night?”

“Nothing special. A couple cheerleaders. Spin the bottle.”

“That’s my boy.” Keith jingled his truck keys! He knew the boy was full of shit. “Be back in a while.”

As Keith left the house Lance waited until his Ford F150 pulled out of the drive and headed down the street. He then raced into the bathroom loudly barging in. “Are you crazy? QUIT FUCKING DAD.”

Brit carefully opened the sliding glass door and tried not to let the spray hit the floor. “I told you I wanted to fuck him again. This is one thing I won’t let you take from me. So don’t you even try that OBEY ME crap.”

“Whatever!” He rolled his eyes! “Hurry up and shower. I need my dick sucked.”

“At least let me wash up and brush daddy off my teeth.” She then exhaled in his face grossing him out.

“Forget it! That ruined my mood.”

She would remember this secret weapon.

Better than pepper spray!

Two hours later!

Brit sat in the living room with her freshly shaved legs curled up under her. Her new attire was a pair of white shorts and a black t-shirt with the quote, “If you’re close enough to read this ... You’re a pervert.” in powder blue fine print.

She had begun texting her friend Grace over an hour ago with no reply. Nearly giving up she decided to take the risk of calling her. After three rings the conservative young woman answered.

“Hello?”

“Grace? Hey, this is Britney. How are you?”

She heard Grace exhale loudly. “I’m helping my mother and grandmother bake bread. I hate having to help. All I hear are their childhood memories of when they were taught.”

“Wow!” Brit clenched her teeth. “You poor thing! We should hang out today.”

“I wish I could. We just got home from church. We go again tonight.”

“Oh, boy! Now I feel bad for encouraging you during detention. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be! It was fun.” Grace snorted! “I said a prayer for the both of us.”

Sharing her amusement Brit rolled her eyes. “Great! I corrupted a Christian. Now we can toast marshmallows in hell together.”

“Mennonite! Not quite Christian but still considered as such. Anabaptists is a better term. I just don’t dress as traditionally as some. Luckily, my parents aren’t as overbearing as others. We do have electricity. My cellphone is allowed in case we have an emergency. Unlike now!”

“That’s good, I guess. I don’t know anything about the religion or the culture. What I do know is that you’re a rebel.”

Silence was deafening as Grace grew distant. Then, Brit heard her speak only not to Brit herself.

“I’ll be there in a moment. I’m talking to a fellow student. No mother, not a boy. Her name is Britney.”

Brit whispered devilishly, “Tell her it’s the slut that’s trying to turn you into one.”

Once her mother stopped scrutinizing her in the background Grace returned. “Sorry! My mother is being nosey. Are you really trying to make me a ... better student?” Brit could tell that Grace had difficulty speaking openly.

“Grandmother this time?” Brit questioned!

“Yes. I could definitely use a tutor. My grades in Chemistry are horrible. Who uses that stuff in real life?” She chuckled! “I know that yeast rises bread.”

“Interesting suggestion. I am a straight A student. Honor roll all through High School. Maybe we can use this idea to hang out.”

“That is very thoughtful of you to offer. I would need to ask father’s permission.”

Brit heard an elderly voice tell Grace that she would also talk to her father. It was easy to tell the elder was grateful.

“Grandmother will talk to father. She knows of my troubles and desires to do better.”

“Awesome! Hey that reminds me. What exactly did you do to get detention that day?”

“Your kindness was very touching that day in Mr. Beatty’s class. I was touched very, VERY deeply.” Grace emphasized! “DEEPLY!!!”

“Two of a kind you and I.” Brit easily caught on. “Where was this?”

“I can meet you in the girl’s bathroom tomorrow and discuss the tutoring.”

“So, you masturbated in the bathroom stall?” Brit bit her lip grinning.

“Yes. Mrs. Kendell heard my excitement. I was so embarrassed. She was nice about it so I volunteered to help her grade papers after school for an hour.”

“So, you talked her out of telling your parents and accepted detention. Using the grading papers as an excuse. Good job!”

“Yes, it was fun. Mr. Beatty even stopped by to thank me for helping her. I think they must be dating.” Grace paused suddenly! “Yes grandmother, I will stop gossiping.”

Brit snickered at her friend’s cute demeanor, even if Grace on the other end kept a straight face. “So, Grace! Now that you’ve had a taste of higher learning, are you ready for more?”

“Yes, I am. I want to get my grade up.”

Brit smiled in thought over how she could help the girl. “I could give you a makeover and introduce you to sexy clothing.”

“Yes and no. I want to succeed at chemistry but I’m afraid I’ll mix acid with water. Things might blow up.”

“Do you mean because of your family’s religion?”

“Yes! I must be very careful. See? It was water into acid. I would kill us both.”

“You have an awesome body. We can at least dress you up. Can you wear perfume or is that a huge no-no?”

“No! I will do my best not to stink at chemistry. I would make you proud of taking time to tutor me.”

“What about your hair? Can I curl it?”

“No. I will get it straight. As long at it takes.”

“Ponytail it is. Or French braid. My God, your long hair in a braid would be incredible. Like a giant whip.”

“Crack the whip if I get out of line.”

“We can apply makeup in small doses and wash it off well before you leave.”

“I will face this challenge head on.” Grace spouted confidently knowing the women of the house were eavesdropping.

“Head on? I will have to find someone for you to give head to again. Just for you though. Without my help.”

“Thank you for being so kind to me. I won’t let you down. Unless father does not let me study with you.”

“Okay, well try hard. I can see us being best friends. I really don’t have any female friends. Mostly guys. Which isn’t all bad.”