Chapter 432: Janey’s Surprise

Time for a surprise party.

Janey had given me a key to her house, so when I went up to her room, I saw her trying on different outfits plus some mix and match.

If I let her keep doing this, we are going to be late for dinner.

“Well, put something casual, but not school or hang around the house, on. We have dinner reservations. I’m driving your car. I want to see how it handles compared to the Lotus,” I told her.

She didn’t mind that I fixed her hair up to highlight the earrings and necklace. Being a bit mischievous, Janey pulled one of the light-weight dresses over her head with a built-in bra. It came to mid-thigh, and she was going to without panties. We argued about it a bit until I dug through the pile of clothes to find a pair that was almost the exact color of her pubic hair. With the dress on, it was impossible to tell if she had on panties or not. With the color, it would be fun.

The restaurant was her favorite in the area, and I had arranged to have it be just us dining tonight. She wouldn’t find that too odd because it was a weeknight, so few people go during the week. After eating, I got up behind her to put my hands over her eyes.

“I have one more surprise,” I told her.

She replied, “If there were anyone here, I would kill you for getting them to bring me a scoop of ice cream and sing.”

Well, I’m not a dead man, then. It is a piece of cake, and the staff isn’t the only ones singing.

Faster than I would have expected, and quieter too, a big crowd filled in around us.

I removed my hands and from her eyes and slipped through the crowd as everyone that came started singing. Janey was overwhelmed with the vast amount of people here.

“I don’t know who you are or how it is possible to get us both back here from the other side of the world in four hours, but there are things we know don’t need to be questioned. We hated being away on Janey’s sixteenth birthday, but it couldn’t be helped. Somehow, someone rescheduled all of our meetings through the middle of next week,” her dad said.

I pushed them gently up to the table so Janey could see they were here.

When she saw her mother, I said, “She couldn’t wear the necklace without the earrings, and she wanted it.”

“Now I know why they didn’t have it anymore when I went by on the way here. At least now I don’t have to watch her get her ears pierced. I have nightmares from when my mom had mine done when I was three and then every year after that when they closed up,” her mom said. “They do look darling on her.”

I leaned in to whisper in Janey’s ear, “I got to have you all day. They get to have tonight.”

I kissed her on the cheek and slipped out. I paid the bill for dinner and the party, plus I made sure to hand each person on the wait staff two hundred dollars, even if they didn’t wait on us tonight. I gave everyone else working there a hundred dollars for helping me pull this off. I also put a tip that was twice the bill.

Her parents already told me to go ahead and crash in the guest room, even though I said that I would be fine going to a hotel. They insisted it was the least they could do given all the money I spent making their daughter have an unforgettably fantastic birthday. They hinted that Janey might slip in bed with me to give me a gift of her own. I told them it wasn’t happening. She was welcome to sleep with me again tonight, but nothing else was going to happen.

I did drive her car home for her because her parents didn’t yet feel comfortable with Janey driving her new car on unfamiliar roads in the dark. Many deer, wild hogs, and other animals wandered onto the highway around here at night. I knew she wasn’t going to be thinking about me for a while anyway.

They said to make myself at home, so I got a soda from the fridge, kicked back on the couch, turned the TV on, and checked my email. I was streaming a movie from my phone to their smart TV when they came home. I had people told that being at her party was Janey’s birthday gift, but they brought gifts anyway. I paused my movie, helped Janey to the couch, laid her down, covered her up, and then went to help bring in all the gifts. Their SUV was packed full. We were about done when another family came up with a minivan load too.

Two more vans showed up, but they only had parents and kids.

I went to each one, opened the sliding doors, and told Janey’s friends, “Get in the house already. Janey’s still having the sleepover.”

To their parents of one of the girls, I said, “I checked before I had her go in to stay over. She still has her insulin pens, testing supplies, and extra meds here. I made sure to order plenty of pre-made meals for her not to have to worry much about her blood sugar. Enjoy your tonight and tomorrow without your kids interrupting your fun. Both boys went to a two-day indoor, go-kart, trampoline, mini-golf, sleepover camp. I hope you don’t mind, but I snuck Janey’s phone when I was trying to get this together. Your daughter was dreading having to stay home over the next two days since she and her mom are at their peak fertility. You two are trying for another baby.”

“If I thought we had anything you could ever want and didn’t already have, we would say we owe you,” the father said. “This does mean a lot to us both. We have been trying to rekindle our romance now that the kids can take care of themselves pretty well on their own now.”

When I went back into the house, the giggling coming from Janey’s room had me tell her parents, “I would suggest you retire to your bedroom unless you want to see much more of Janey’s friends than you see when they wear a bikini.”

You are both exhausted anyway. Getting horny will just end up with one of you going to sleep in the middle of it.

The girls were all still in Janey’s room, giggling away, so I turned my movie back on.

“Mind if I watch it with you? The one time it was on-demand, and my little brother and sister were sleeping, my parents came home and made me turn it off because some girl flashed her bra. Dad will watch skin-to-the-max when everyone is up and running around the house, and I can’t watch a movie with a bra shot. The girl was flat-chested anyway,” she said. “That was the scene right there. It is a sports bra!”

I put my arm up on the couch and asked, “You can cuddle up too.”

She did.

What the girl wanted was my hand to slip down onto her braless tit and hard nipple. What she got was her sitting on her feet between my legs with me rubbing her back after I braided her hair up out of the way. The girl was happy, relaxed, and no longer horny when she cuddled back up to me.

“Now you know that you can feel incredible without having a guy grope you or having to take off any clothes,” I told her as I gently rubbed her arm. “I’m glad you didn’t mind me rubbing your back, but you seemed to need it.”

She giggled before saying, “I would have pulled my shirt up so you could rub my bare skin.”

In response, I got her back in front of me, pulled her shirt off, and rubbed her bare back as she sighed contentedly. This time when she got back up on the couch, she didn’t pull her t-shirt back on.

“You aren’t going to play with my tits, are you?” she asked. “I mean, I want you too if you thought maybe I didn’t.”

I paused the movie, turned her toward me, cupped her tits, and lightly squeezed them. She winced.

I ran the back of my hand against her face and said, “You haven’t been a twenty-eight-A in a year. I saw how much your breasts were compacted when you got out of the van. A quick guess would say you are a thirty-two-C or a thirty-four B if you want to show some cleavage. If I even rested my hand on your tit, you would have been in pain. What is the point unless you are into pain? I will play with your tits in the morning because I’m taking you to get the right-sized bras. Oh, and your panties keep getting holes because they are the right size but the wrong shape for your body. You think I didn’t know you were naked under your shirt this whole time?”

“Will you put your hand on my leg, at least?” she asked.

That I did.

When other girls came down, they were surprised to see their friend cuddled up naked to me with my hand on her leg. She wasn’t the least bit aroused and sitting peacefully.

“This movie is about over. What are we going to watch next? Can someone make popcorn, and what is a pizza place around that delivers?” I asked.

Another of the girls stood there nervously, chewing on her lip before she pulled her nightshirt over her head and asked if she could sit on the other side of me.

I held up my arm but said, pointing to her erect nipples, “You look a bit cold. Might want to put that shirt back on. I know I put out a lot of heat sometimes, but no point in you not being comfortable.”

On went her shirt, and she snuggled into me. Soon she finally relaxed. Not long after, she shifted around again, so I let my hand move down and slid it under her shirt. I idly rubbed her stomach as we watched the rest of the movie. Occasionally, I pushed my fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties. That didn’t mean I got near the top of her curls at the top of her triangle.

When the movie ended, I had the nude girl sit up, and then I took the hand of the one whose stomach I had been rubbing. I led her to the guestroom. I closed and locked the door.

“Let me go pee, and then I will hang out checking email while you quit trying to hold in the gas from the chocolate cake and all that sugar. I know you didn’t have any idea I would drag you from the car to have a sleepover with Janey. I will turn the TV on and up. Don’t be embarrassed about the smell. I have a three-year-old at home, plus I also have a twin brother and sister, who are also three. It should be humanly impossible for strained carrots and pureed peaches to smell how they did a few hours later. Don’t try to make little lady farts, either. Get it out and stop hurting. I know tomboys that can about fart the alphabet, happily,” I told her.

She let out a sigh after turning on the fan and let out a long, loud fart while she watched me strip and then go pee.

She didn’t ask before checking out my dick. The girl started to confirm that she was surprised I as long as Janey said, but when she began to fart again, she found it wasn’t just going to be a fart. I closed the door behind her and turned on the TV.

If you have seen the old South Park episode with Kenny having explosive diarrhea, take the voice up half an octave, and you have what it sounded like in the bathroom here.

Well, no need to use the place in my head to help her out. She did it all by herself.

I got in my bag to get the jar of moisturizing ointment. Nobody has that much come out with that much force and not have their butthole on fire. It was her third time on the throne since she had the cake.

When I heard her flush for the third time, I cracked the door and told her, “Leave your clothes off and bring a hand towel.”

“Get up on the bed on your knees, butt in the air, and pull those cute butt cheeks apart. I’ve got something that is going to make your butt feel better,” I told the girl when she came out of the bathroom.

“Please go slow at first. It takes me a few minutes to relax,” the girl told me as I was putting a blob of the ointment on her red, inflamed pucker. “Janey said you were this super great guy. No one has used lube on my butt before, except my gynecologist because I’m so small inside she had to check using my butthole.”

I rubbed more around when I saw that what I put on before had gotten absorbed.

I wiped off the excess that had gotten down in the hair between her pussy and butthole, then got her to stand up. I did kiss her pink pearl when she lifted her foot high to get it into her panties.

“Your poor, raw, sore butthole should start to feel better soon if it isn’t already,” I told the girl as I pulled her shirt back on.

She hugged me and said, “Thank you. It was on fire. Damn chocolate cake! It is so good but tears me up every time. As you said, I didn’t expect not to be going home, where I can torture my siblings with my vile farts. I liked the kiss on my clit. It didn’t feel naughty or turn me on, only yummy in my tummy. Come on, I smell the popcorn, and I’m starving for some reason.”

Janey came up to the girl and said, “You lasted longer than any other time you shoved your face full of chocolate cake. I have that jar of glop that makes it quit burning.”

“Uh, David, kind of, put some on for me,” the girl said, blushing.

All the other girls started laughing.

When they settled down, Janey said, “I kept telling you that he is the best guy I know.”

The one with the sore boobs, who was still naked on the couch, said, “He said he is taking me bra shopping because my bras are way too small.”

“That depends on what you call shopping. David was handing me bras to go with outfits that fit perfectly and were comfortable to boot. I bet he could call Cram-a-Con and have ones delivered that would be the right ones,” Janey said.

I retorted, “But then I wouldn’t get to see her naked. She needs matching panties.”

“But you saw her naked already,” one of the girls said.

“When?”

“Earlier, on the couch.”

“She was naked? I always miss everything. Well, there is tomorrow, then. Are you going to let me get your first big-girl bras and something other than white cotton panties with pink bows?” I asked that girl.

She looked shocked and asked, “You would buy me underwear too? I don’t have to let you feel me up, play with your thing, or do even more than that with you first?”

“Do you need me to do any of that with you before you let me take you shopping?” I asked.

She didn’t respond.

“Ok, girls, here is the deal. You aren’t sleeping over because I randomly pulled you from one of the minivans. I looked around Janey’s room already and checked out the pictures on her phone, sue me. I fully funded four monstrous mini-cities that I turned into foster-care communities. I’m pretty good at looking at someone’s clothes to know who has the money to spend getting the latest fashions, who gets something nice with babysitting money, and the girls who only get new clothes for their birthday or Christmas. All your clothes look great. Thrift shops are some of the best places to get clothes because people throw out things that still have tags and were never worn. The pictures I saw were from eighth grade and freshman year in high school. I saw the same shirts, shorts, skirts, jeans, and dresses in multiple pictures and selfies. I may be off a bit here, but you all got your periods by the time you turned fourteen, so you will not grow any taller. Unless you just become a slug and eat all the time, what I get you tomorrow will last you through high school,” I told them. “Before any of you even start to think about balking because of the money, I put Janey’s car on my credit card, and at midnight, it will be paid off. So, when are we ordering pizza?”

I don’t know the name of the corny movie they picked first, but it had some frontal nudity shots of men and women. There was a faked sex scene with a girl moaning, her legs moving, and a guy’s hairy ass looking like he was fucking. Others had a woman on top rocking back and forth like she was riding him, but nothing was happening between either of their legs. Some of the girl’s hands wandered down below when things started getting heated up. The pizza arriving threw cold water on that fun.

When we demolished with the pizza and a bit harder-core movie was getting steamy, one of the girls asked, “I can see your dick down the leg of your shorts. All of us girls are wet from watching the movie, and you haven’t even started to chub up a little bit. What gives?”

“Well, let me see. I just turned eighteen, and I have a three-year-old at home. When we moved to a bigger house, the girl next door told me that while I was ignoring everyone around me, she used my dick three years in a row to get pregnant and has a four-year-old, triplet three-year-olds, and a pair of two-year-old twins. If I hadn’t been busy at the time, she would have made it four years in a row. On the other side, some friends are staying while I rebuild the house, I had planned to give their family. One daughter had a rough time when she was younger and was the town tween door-knob. Her younger brother started getting pussy right and left. Their family got asked to find somewhere else to live, out of state, because of their son’s extracurricular activities. The family’s oldest already has a daughter and gave birth to our triplets in the spring. They all wanted to have my kids but didn’t want to even talk about getting married. They don’t need the money to help raise them and wouldn’t let me pay child support. Do you think that watching this is going to get my motor running?” I asked.

They were talking about it, and I watched for most of them to get taking a drink when I said, “Oh. My parents adopted my three-year-old, so her brother and sister are also her aunt and uncle. Better yet, my daughter is my sister.”

Now that is fucking funny. Eight of ten girls with soda coming out of their noses.

Janey hadn’t heard what I said about April because she was running something through her head.

“Wait a minute. Bambi has a twin brother and sister, another younger brother, and an older sister that just had triplets this past spring, and she was racing you home,” Janey said. “She was a middle school slut? We shared a room because we took so long to master our last tracks. The way she turned guys down right and left, I would never have guessed she even had sex before.”

I told Janey, “She met her cousin, the guy who just so happened to be the one who died that gave me all his wealth, and Bambi decided that the person she was before wasn’t who she wanted to be anymore. If she has had sex since that day, then she is very discrete. Her brother is about to have his blue balls explode. He is keeping his dick in his pants now, too, but not by choice. Girls at my high school are very interested in seeing if they can drive stick on a test drive.”

“That must suck for a guy to know girls want his dick, and he can’t give it to them,” one of the girls said. “I want dick, all the time, but I don’t want a baby, so I keep my legs together around guys, except you, it seems.”

I teased her about maybe she could keep them together and put a napkin in her lap.