Chapter 4: Summer

Things got off to a rocky start that summer. Just before we were to leave for our vacation house, Kate had a phone call from her sister in the small town closest to her parents' ranch. Her dad had suffered a stroke and her mom was, understandably, frantic and overwhelmed. Kate was on a plane the next day, and we postponed our departure to the coast up north.

Three days of torture, agonized waiting, long telephone conversations, tedious hours at the regional medical center for Kate, her mom and her sister, but in the end it appeared that Kate's father was headed for an almost-complete recovery. Some bed rest needed, a fair amount of physical therapy, but his prognosis was good. Her mom had things under control in a week or so, and Kate came back to us, exhausted.

I stuck her in the car, told her to close her eyes, and we took off north. After we got to the house she slept for almost 24 hours straight. Then I got her into the water for some easy workouts every morning for a week after that.

It was late one evening a couple of weeks later. Frances and Ben had been out earlier checking around to see who had arrived for the summer. I think they were looking especially for that brother-sister pair they'd horsed around with one afternoon just before a huge storm last year. Now they were back and had gone to bed, as far as we knew.

Kate and I were on the veranda, just talking about this and that, enjoying the warm night air. Next we were kissing, and one thing sort of led to another.

Clothes on the ground, and then Kate was on her knees on the padded bench, facing toward the French doors. Me behind her, hands on her hips. Pumping into her easily, alternating between holding her hips and hefting and palming her breasts as they swung back and forth. We weren't dawdling, but we weren't in a big rush, either. Every third or fourth stroke I paused, buried to my balls, moving in a little circle. To judge by her grunts and the way she waggled her hips in response, Kate liked that.

Someone coughed.

What the hell? Looked up. Ben standing in the doorway, nude, holding himself, doing what a teenage boy does best. Well, at least he had remembered his manners and our talk last year about not spying.

The next thing I knew, Kate was motioning to Ben. I kept stroking, holding her hips, as she took Ben into her mouth. I caught his eye, grinned, gave him a thumbs-up with one hand. He was so ready I don't think it took more than a minute before Kate let him go and he pumped himself once or twice and sprayed her face. I felt Kate convulse a moment later, and then I was thrusting and throbbing and doing my best to fill her.

We were motionless for a moment, then I slipped out of Kate. Stepped around and hugged Ben, one hand down to press his butt. Kate did, too. Once again, he was looking pretty pleased with himself.

"So, was that the nudge, Kate? A couple of nights ago, I mean?"

Kate and I early one morning a couple of days later, kids not up yet, coffee on the veranda watching the eastern sky lighten. Sunrise only a few minutes away.

"You bet it was, pal. I said I wasn't going to push him, though, and I meant it."

Quiet for a minute.

"Hold me, will you?"

I could do that. Coffee down. Arm around her shoulders. Buried my head in her hair, scent of her shampoo. Kissed her gently.

"Is it wrong for me to want him so much?"

Her voice barely more than a whisper. I held her some more.

"Of course not, Kate. Just let him be your guide."

Repeating Kate's earlier words to me about Frances, of course.

I was a little puzzled myself. Ben was interested in Kate, that was plain. He was obviously enjoying his play with Frances, as well as fooling around with who knows how many other girls he'd met at school and on the beach here. Not to mention little Marie back at the saltwater pool. He liked me rubbing his rear end, too. Ben wasn't a playboy. He was simply a nice kid, and it showed. To top it off, I was also fairly certain Kate wasn't the only mom interested in him.

Kate's invitations had been pretty clear, I thought. I mean, rubbing against him, taking him in her mouth? What was Ben waiting for?

"I won't push him. Not ever."

"Kate, I'll talk with him this afternoon. Find something for Frances to help you with."

By mid-afternoon it was hot as hell. Ben and I in the water. Not possible to do any kind of organized laps, but we'd gone back and forth across the little bay closest to our house a few times. Out of the water, let the sun dry us, but it was too hot to stay on the sand, so we headed back to the house.

Around to the side garden. Frances and Kate puttering inside. Stretched out on the grass in the shade. Close enough to chat easily, talking about swimming, being at the vacation house, stuff like that.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Ben."

"Um, the stuff with Mom, you know?"

I looked at him. He was nervous, even blushing a little. I moved a little closer. Reached over and touched his shoulder, ran my hand down his side to his hip.

"Yeah."

"I really liked it, you know?"

I laughed.

"Ben, you're supposed to like it. She wants you to like it."

"What about you, Dad?"

I thought for a moment.

"Ben, remember last year? I told you it was our job to love your mother and Frances, to protect them, but we didn't own them?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's your answer."

Put my hand back on his hip. Noticed he was starting to stiffen a little.

"Your mom and I are partners. We're friends, too. We trust each other. Neither one of us would do something to hurt the other, which means you can be pretty sure that whatever your mom is doing is OK with me."

Moved my hand slowly along his hip. Now Ben was semi-hard.

"If your mom is showing you things she likes to do, and encouraging you, it's because she's interested and she's hoping you might be, too."

"She is?"

I laughed again. Leaned over some more and kissed him on his cheek. My hand on his belly now.

"Ben, what do you remember about when you and Frances started fooling around a little?"

"Well, it just happened, sort of. We were in the water the first time, then we were lying in the sun. Putting on more sunscreen. That always feels good, and I really liked feeling her hands on me. She liked my hands on her, too."

I moved my hand down to hold him lightly. I could feel him stiffening some more.

"Did you know what Frances wanted?"

"Yeah."

Ben pushed himself against my hand.

"How did you know that?"

I moved my hand up and down Ben's shaft. He pressed back against me a little harder. Released him.

"You go ahead by yourself, if you want."

Ben took himself in hand, fingers moving slowly.

"So, how did you know what Frances wanted?"

"The way she smiled. The way she laughed. The way she let me touch her."

"Well, isn't your mom doing the same things with you?"

"Yeah, I guess she is."

"Remember in the pool earlier this spring, when you were rubbing against your mom? I was moving my hand on your butt. You seemed to like that a lot."

Ben smiled.

"I did."

"I know you did, because you showed me you liked it. Well, tell your mom what you like. Or show her."

Now Ben was grinning, hand moving a little faster.

"There's something else, too, Ben. Your mom isn't ever going to pressure you into something you don't want to do."

Paused for a minute.

"Which means she's waiting for some signal from you. You're the boss, Ben, always. We keep telling you and Frances that, because it's true. You decide for yourself."

Ben's hand moving faster, now. Getting close.

Laughed. Leaned over to kiss him again. In a moment, Ben spurted all over himself.

"Oh, he's interested, Kate. Very interested."

We were back on the bench on the veranda that evening.

"The more we talked, the harder he got."

I kissed her.

"He wasn't sure whether he was reading you right. Also worried about me."

Kate slid closer. Moved her hand down between my legs.

"Should he worry?"

Holding me gently, fingers moving.

"Nope. Told him you and I were on the same side, and that if he's interested, he should show you."

"You mean, like this, maybe?"

Kate moved off the bench, grabbed a cushion, and knelt in front of me. I lifted my hips so she could pull my shorts and boxers down. She took me in, her tongue moving on the underside of my cock.

"Well, not sure he really wants to do what you're doing with me, but I think he'd enjoy it with you."

I started thrusting in time with Kate's movements, holding her head lightly. Then I was releasing again and again down her throat and she was swallowing and swallowing.

There was a little detour on the Kate and Ben road, however, when a few days later Ben and I had a Frances sandwich. She was delicious.

I was up early, as usual, coffee, just enjoying the early light that morning. Already pretty warm. No idea what the kids had been up to the night before, although they had returned laughing just about the time Kate and I were heading for bed.

"Dad, we're going for a swim. Want to come with us?"

Frances and Ben entering the living room from the hall, nude, holding hands, towels over their shoulders. What the hell? The two of them were almost never up this early. Except for Frances, sometimes, for some hairbrushing with me. Whatever they did last night must have left them really wired.

"Sure."

Grabbed my towel, and we were down to the beach and into the water. Delightful, as always, especially with the heat. Did a few kicks with the kids and a couple of laps across the little bay just to kind of loosen up. We ended up standing in water about waist-deep, the little waves kind of washing past us.

"So, what's the deal with you two this morning?"

Frances giggled. Ben smirked.

"Remember that brother and sister we met last year? Chris and Julie are their names. Ben and I ran into them last night."

She laughed.

"Get Ben to tell you what Julie did to him."

Ben looking away. Shaking his head.

"Let me put it this way, Dad. Julie taught him some new moves. Really interesting ones."

My interest was starting to show.

"Come on, Ben, tell him."

Ben shook his head.

"They wrestled, and June shoved him down on the sand. She ended up on top, like Mom did with you after the Classic."