Chapter 6: An awkward dinner

Without another word, Sabina closed the door behind her. But I felt the cold grip of fear closing around my heart.
We were caught.
No, I was caught.
What Sabina saw when she opened the door could not have left any room for doubt. Okay, I wasn't sure if she had seen from Eve's face that she was still shaking from a big orgasm. But she certainly had seen my one hand wrapped around her chest. She had seen my other hand full on Eve's pussy. And she had seen my cock, erect, quivering with pleasure, and with a big drop of pre-cum on the tip.
She was thirteen. Of course she knew what this meant. I was actually surprised she hadn't burst out screaming right away.

Eve didn't seem to share any of my concerns. She had just turned off the shower, and was now drying herself with a large towel. She had laid out a second towel, which I now hesitantly grabbed.
At least there was no need to talk to Eve about secrecy, I told myself sneeringly. But most of all, I was concerned. Deeply concerned. And fearful. Sabina would now no doubt tell her parents what she had seen in the shower. My life was over. I would end up in jail, that was for sure. To my own surprise, I wasn't even bothered about it anymore, I just hoped that Eve wouldn't fall victim to the fuss, that no one would make her feel guilty about her part in the matter.
Whatever would be said, whatever would come my way, one thing I promised myself: I would take all the blame. The true story would remain a secret. Eve should never be accused by anyone that it was her fault, that it was her who had seduced me.

Eve had left the bathroom a long time already when I finally finished drying myself. I couldn't put it off any longer. As much as I wanted to, there was no point. I'd have to face this anyway.
Reluctantly, I forced myself to leave the bathroom and return to the living room, mentally preparing myself for ... well, what exactly?
My thoughts were so much all over the place that afterwards I don't even remember what exactly I expected when I opened the door.

But whatever it was that I expected, I was wrong.
The table was set. Five chairs were already taken. Claire turned her head to the door and smiled.
"Ah, we were already wondering what took you so long. If you needed help, you could have just asked! Henry, can you take the dish out of the oven? Remember, it's hot!"
"Please sit in this chair, Grandpa?" Jade asked, looking at me with puppy eyes, "so you sit in between Eve and me!"
And as I sat down, too stunned to say or do anything else, I felt how both of the girls each place a gentle hand on one of my thighs.
"We're eating beef stew, Grandpa. Mommy cooks a great stew!"

Henry returned from the kitchen, carrying a steaming hot dish. He put a few spoonfuls on each plate, while Claire poured the adults a glass of wine and Sabina grabbed Cokes for all the children. And then we talked. No, not about how I had just abused their underage daughter in the shower, but about ordinary subjects, as if nothing had happened.
I heard all about Henry's work as a public servant, about Claire's work as a teacher. Both had opted to work fewer hours, so they could spend time with the kids. The children talked about their school, their hobbies, their friends. Even Sabina joined the conversation. Even though for her, I was not a grandfather, but just P.D., I still was just as much a welcome and accepted guest in the family as I was to the others.

And Henry and Claire also inquired about my life. About my work. About my wife, Elisa, and how hard it had been on me when I had lost her. About Ann, about how we had dealt with her coming out as a lesbian, and about our disappointment when we heard that Marjory and Ann had decided to remain childless.
I answered all their questions. Mechanically, on autopilot, as I waited for Henry to grab a gun. Or the moment the French police would storm in. Or the moment when ... well, I actually had absolutely no idea anymore what was going to happen, but basically the moment everyone would stop pretending I was just visiting, and start addressing how I had assaulted Eve.
But that moment never came.

After we finished dinner, we all went to the sitting area. Eve and Jade immediately dropped next to me on the couch, each on a different side, easing their cute bodies against mine. Since being caught in the shower, I had had no problem keeping my cock flaccid; out of sheer fear, it refused to grow even an inch and would probably have disappeared into my body if I could. But I still thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of their soft, warm bodies against mine.
On the couch opposite me, Henry and Claire sat side by side, while Sabina slumped lazily in one of the easy chairs.

I still expected the big accusation to come in any moment now. This made the conversation increasingly difficult, up to complete awkward silences. In one such silence, Sabina spoke.
"Oh, almost forgot. Belle stepped by today while you were swimming."
"Oh nice," Claire responded, "that means Harry and Ann-Marie are here too, this year! Shall we invite them tomorrow, Henry?"
"She shaved her pussy," Sabina continued, unabated.
I almost choked on my wine as she mentioned this intimate detail as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But no one else seemed to be shocked. For a moment I thought I saw something move in Henry's crotch, as if his cock was growing a little bit, but then he just nodded and commented: "Oh nice!"
Claire sounded surprised.
"At her age already? And how exactly? Completely bald? Trimmed to a triangle? Or a line, like I have?"
"No, completely bald, and completely smooth. She says I should too. What do you think?"

To my utter amazement, Sabina then stood up, approached the couch where her parents were sitting, and bent back slightly to bring her naked crotch close to her parents' eyes. As if she presented herself for an inspection in order to properly answer the question.
And that wasn't all. Henry put his hand on Sabina's mound as if it were the normal thing to do, and then rubbed her dark patch extensively.
"I think you know for a long time already how much I like clean-shaven. So I agree with Belle."
Even though Henry had now answered and no longer had 'research' as excuse, his hand continued to gently massage Sabina's mound while Claire gave her opinion.
"I don't agree with Dad, Sabina. I think you should wait until your hairs have grown a bit more. I think a few more months. And then choose. When your hairs have grown more, it gets much easier to shave a shape, if you choose to. They're still a bit too short for that now."
"Agreed," Eve intervened, "just let it be! You're beautiful, Sabina, and I love your hair. I hope I get them soon too!"
"Well, not me!" protested Jade, "I always want to stay smooth, that feels so much nicer! Plus, you don't get hairs in your mouth!"

My jaw literally dropped at those words. My brain no longer knew how to handle the situation. Jade was just seven, what did she know about getting hairs in your mouth? She must mean something else, right? But ... what? And what about the rest of the situation? Henry's hand was still probing Sabina's pubic hair ... no, actually, this was far beyond probing, he was shamelessly massaging her down there! And though I couldn't quite see to make sure, it appeared as if he even had a finger between her labia. His cock was very clearly erect by now. Why did everyone seem to consider this normal?
And why was I still here? Why didn't I run? Why wasn't I arrested long ago?

My frenetic thoughts failed to arrive at any useful conclusion. And then came the next interruption.
"Perhaps you can ask P.D. then," Claire suggested soberly, "since our votes are obviously tied."
"Hmm, good idea Mom," Sabina replied.
And without any hesitation, she turned around, headed to the couch where I was sitting, positioned herself straight in front of me, then pressed her pelvis forward, as she had done before with her parents. A clear invitation to take a good look at her there. And perhaps even to feel her, like her father had done.
Her pubic hairs were still short. Not black, but brown, just like her hair. Now that she stood in front of me, I could also see that her inner labia were a bit larger than her outer lips, so I could see them in between her closed legs.

I felt blood rushing once more to my cock. But I didn't worry about it. Not anymore. Not with Sabina's own father sitting across from me with a clearly visible erection. And somehow I also had the feeling, after everything that had happened, that no one would bat an eye if I felt her up, like Henry had done. Perhaps they even expected me to?
But I didn't. Not because I didn't want to. God, no. Everything in me yearned to caress her mound with my hands. To feel those hairs. To slide a finger through her horny slit, to finger her like I thought I saw Henry do.
But I still didn't dare to. Because of myself, afraid as I was of the consequences. But also because of Sabina, because despite all evidence to the contrary, I still was afraid I'd do something she didn't want to do, something she wasn't ready for.

And so I stretched my arms. Not to touch her mound, but to grab her hands and hold them in mine. I forced myself to free my gaze from her beautiful pussy and look up, past those ravishing little breasts, on toward her face, toward her brown eyes.
We looked each other in the eye for a while. When I spoke, I saw in her eyes that she knew I meant every word I said.
"Sabina, you are a stunningly beautiful girl. But that's not because you have hairs. Nor because you don't have them, or because you shave. You are a beautiful girl, because you are yourself. Your body? That's yours, and yours alone. It doesn't matter what anyone else tells you to do with your body. Even if it's your mother or your father. They may forbid you some things because you are still too young, such as a tattoo. But otherwise they are not in charge of your body."
Sabina continued to look at me intently, silently, as I took a deep breath and time to carefully phrase the rest of my answer.
"So whether or not you want to shave is entirely up to you. Not your father or mother. Not that friend who was here today, nor your sisters, and certainly not an almost stranger who is a guest here today. You have to do what you like. What you think is beautiful. What suits you. And you don't have to take anyone into account. Well, except maybe one day when you get a boyfriend, you can ask him with what he likes. But even then, it's still your choice whether you want to appease him, or whether he has to accept you as you are. I hope that one day you'll have a boyfriend who loves you for who you are, not for how you look."

I had no clue why all around us suddenly broke into laughter. But I didn't care either, because just then, Sabina lowered herself onto my left leg and closed her arms around me. I felt her soft pubic hairs lightly tickle the top of my thigh, felt the warmth of her pussy just below. And, unless I was very mistaken, also some moisture. I felt her soft warm arms around my neck, felt her shoulders against mine. I knew that if she leaned a little further forward, I would have felt her firm little breasts against my chest. And in an automatic response, I then also closed my arms around her body, felt the soft warmth of the skin on her back, caressed and stroked her entire back, from her neck to her firm buttocks and back again.
And I felt her lips on mine. Closed, but soft and warm, in a kiss that seemed to last for ages.
"Thank you, P.D.," Sabina said when she finally took her mouth off mine, "that was so sweet! It doesn't help me decide, but it's really sweet!"

I felt my cock grow back to full size, partly due to Sabina's embrace and kiss, partly because of all that had already happened. And I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Sabina got up, looked down, and saw my erection.
And pointed.
"See? I told you already! I told you that P.D. has a very nice one when he's hard!"

Chapter 7: Explanations at last!

My heart seemed to stop, until I noticed that it was actually pounding rampant in my chests. It was almost as if I left my head. As if I were a spectator as not only Henry and Claire, but also Sabina and Eve, and even little Jade, took in the size and shape of my erection with great interest.
"Yeah, duh, I already knew that, of course!" Eve said cocky, pointing to my crotch, "and it felt really nice and firm against my back!"
"Yes, I do see what you mean," Claire now agreed, and even Jade was nodding in agreement as she lustily licked her lips and began to caress her pussy with one hand.

Henry was the first to take his eyes off my erect cock and look at my face. Later he told me that I was stark white, looking straight ahead with a glassy-eyed look.
"Holy shit, P.D., are you okay?"
Upon hearing those words, my consciousness shot back into my head, as if someone released a stretched rubber band. In a completely useless automatism, my hands shot down to hide my erection from the family's view. I felt my mouth go up and down, trying to explain something, to make excuses, or ... well I still don't really know what I wanted to say because there were no words, just a mechanical movement of my mouth.

I saw Claire step close to me, looking very concerned. She looked into my eyes, then made a resolute gesture to the children.
"Eve, Jade, go to your room. Sabina, grab a large glass of water and a double Scotch for P.D., and then you go to your room too. We've taken this too far. Daddy and I have to talk with P.D. right this instant."
There was no contradiction. The children obediently got up and left the room, although I could see Jade cast one last longing look at my crotch. Sabina returned soon afterwards with three glasses of water, three tumblers, and a bottle of Glenfiddich, put everything on the table, and then left. She closed the door carefully behind her.

Henry and Claire returned to their couch. They filled the glasses and offered me a large helping of whiskey, that I downed in a single gulp. While Claire handed me a glass of water, Henry refilled my tumbler.
"P.D., first of all, accept my apologies," Claire then resumed, "or rather our apologies, as I know I speak for Henry and the children too. We've gone too far. Part of this was needed. But not all of it. Even before dinner, we could already have ..."
She paused for a moment, a faint smile on her face.
"But we had too much fun. And we've never seen someone keep trying as long as you, and hold out as long as you did."
"Honey," Henry interrupted her, "you're not really clarifying things. Maybe start at the beginning?"

"Oh yeah, of course. I'm sorry. Now you know where Eve got that. Perhaps you can start, Henry?"
"Uh, yeah, okay. So the beginning. I think that was not too long after Claire and I met. We were already nudists then, we met at a nude campsite, but quite early in our relationship we found out that we are both ... uhm, what would you call it?"
"Licentious, honey. We were both very licentious."
"I actually wanted to say swingers, but licentious is indeed true. Claire really loved sex, I really loved sex, so if you think we did it ten times a day you're not wrong. But we also liked variety. Being faithful, as most couples expect, was never an option for us. I could not live like that, and I'd never even consider expecting it of Claire. And vice versa."
"Yes, indeed. And so we agreed that we could both have sex with whoever we wanted, as long as we didn't do it secretly. We would never lie, we would always tell each other everything."

There was a short pause, that I used for a question.
"And that worked out for you?"
"Oh yes, very good. Better than expected! That weekend, Claire went to a sex cinema with two girlfriends, and I knew they weren't going there for the movie. Sitting at home, I imagined what Claire and her friends were doing there. Other men might have become jealous. Not me. I was happy for Claire. And the sheer knowledge that she was in that movie theater, fucking and sucking one stranger after another, doing who knows what else, that knowledge made me horny. Once she came home that night, at about four o'clock, my first question to her was if she could have more. And when she said yes, I fucked her like never before, and we both loved it."
Claire looked at Henry with a smile, a look full of love.

"Indeed! And the next morning, once we woke up, you did it again. You were really horny!"
"I was, but that was also because that morning you told me what you and your friends had done with all those men in the cinema. The more details you told, the hornier I got."
"Yeah, I know. And then after breakfast I called my friends, because it felt selfish to keep you to myself; you were so excited and so horny that I wanted to share you. It felt wrong to keep that to myself."
Henry laughed out loud at the memory.
"I had a sore cock for two days after that, from all the fucking and squirting. And my tongue felt raw from all the pussy licking!"
"And I couldn't even sit down those days!"
"True, but that's hardly my fault. You had already fucked twenty-seven other cocks before that, don't forget that!"
"Twenty-eight dear. You keep forgetting the taxi driver!"

"Okay, so that's how we lived our lives back then. Until we decided to try to have kids. We wanted to make sure I was the father. But giving up the wild life, that didn't work. So Claire has always used condoms with other men during that time."
"Oh, that really was horrible, always the hassle with those stupid condoms. But I'm still glad we did it that way!"
"Yeah, me too. Though it was of course easier for me."
"And after Jade, I went straight back on the pill. God, how wonderful it was to finally get filled up by man after man again!"
"I still remember that first time, when we had all our friends cum inside you one by one, and then again from the start. Most came three times! And you?"
"Haha! I lost count after the first thirty loads in me. By then, I had come at least ten times already!"
I smiled a little awkwardly as Henry and Claire reminisced, until they remembered I was there.

"Whoops, sorry! Uhm, where were we? Oh yeah, so we had children. Still going naked except when we had to wear something. And that was also how we raised the children. Always naked in the house and on holiday, dressed when going out."
"And we agreed that we wouldn't have sex if the kids saw it. But you know how that goes. Or, well, maybe you don't. Point is, we were horny. We wanted to fuck. But it was still impossible to leave Sabina alone. So we told ourselves, 'she's only a few months old, she won't remember this later, it's still possible'."
"And so we kept postponing the moment when we would only have sex without children around to see. Until one day Sabina asked what kind of game we were playing."
"And then we knew it was too late to keep it a secret. And that we now had a child of ... four, I think?"
"No, she had just turned five."
"Oh, well, something like that. So we knew we had to tell a five-year-old about sex. And about our licentious lives."
"And then it became even more interesting when we learned that she had also already spied on us a few times when had a party with our friends. So the whole 'sex is something between a mommy and a daddy who love each other very much' that we tried first was immediately out of the window as well!"

Henry refilled the tumblers, while Claire finished her water glass in one gulp.
"And then, after that ... You know, if you tell a child that we do those things because it feels so great, then of course that child also wants to know how nice it feels. So soon after, Sabina started masturbating, using all the toys she could find. She tried to play with my cock and Claire's breasts and cunt. Just imitating what she had seen us do. And if we stopped her, or told her to stop, she got mad. Said it wasn't fair that we could make ourselves and each other feel good, but she wasn't allowed to."
"That night in bed, I admitted to Henry how horny I was when I saw how Sabina tried to play with his cock. Mostly because we were always honest about everything. But also to try to turn him on, because I really needed a good fuck at that moment! And then Henry confessed that he thought it was just as horny. So that was an even better turn then."
"But after the indeed very nice fuck, realization sunk in and shocked us. It was the first time for both of us to be turned on by a child. Well, from the idea of a child. You know how the world feels about pedophiles. It hit home to realize we had that in us. But on the other hand, we were already living a life on the basic rule that everything goes, as long as no one was forced and everyone had fun. So the longer and more often we talked about it, we finally came to the conclusion that there was really no reason at all to treat Sabina differently."
"And that's how we finally came to our decision. We would give Sabina her way and allow her to try things. If she wanted to try something, she could. We wouldn't force her to do anything. We would not even encourage it in any way. But if she wanted something herself, we would allow her to."
"And you know what we then learned about children? That whole 'sex is special and only for your partner' idea that the entire world believes in, that's just all made up. By nature, a child just wants to have fun, to feel good. Being touched in certain ways makes a child feels good. And most children also derive pleasure from knowing she makes mom or dad feel very good. So once she was allowed, she quickly became quite active with us!"
"Indeed. And then it was of course impossible to keep it hidden from the other girls, so once they were old enough, the same rules applied to them."

Claire got up and returned to the kitchen, with the already empty whiskey bottle. She returned with a carafe of water and another Glenfiddich, Henry was already continuing the story.
"Remember when we told you, earlier, that our number one rule is that nobody in our family ever has to do anything they don't want? We created that rule back then, but it's actually only half of the rule. The other half is that everyone in our family can do whatever they do want, with whomever they want, unless that other person doesn't want to. But that rule, both parts of it, applies to sex only. For all other things, the kids still just have to listen to us. You know, things like doing their homework, doing chores, and so on."
There was a short silence. Henry and Claire looked at me expectantly. I realized they had finished their story and were now waiting for a response, but I took a mindful sip of water first, trying to at least organize my thoughts a bit.

"So ... if I understand correctly, your kids can have sex with whoever they want, whenever they want?"
"Indeed," Henry confirmed.
"Well, it's a little more complicated," Claire chimed in now, "because of course we have to take the law into account. And the outside world, where they'll never understand our way of life. We don't want the kids to be kicked out of the house, or to go to jail. And so we have rules, not because we want them, but because we have to."
Henry began to count on his fingers.
"First of all, within our family anything is allowed, as long as no one from outside the family sees it. Second, sex with peers is allowed from the age of twelve, but make sure they don't notice your more than age appropriate experience. And the third rule was that children can only participate from the age of five. We felt that under five, it's not really clear what they do and do not want, that they're just too impressionable."
"Yeah, that's what we told ourselves," Claire came in with a smile, "until Jade made it very clear to us, shortly after her fourth birthday, that she knew very well what she wanted. She wanted your delicious cock! And nothing we said or did could change that."
"Yeah, that rule didn't hold up anymore," Henry agreed.

I noticed a drop of pre-cum escape Henry's cock as he recalled that moment. To be fair, when I tried to imagine what that must be like, a girl just four years old who wanted nothing more than your cock ... I felt mine twitch with excitement too.
Claire saw it and smiled. I saw her longingly lick her lips.
"I would love to help you with that, P.D., but it'll have to wait."
"That's right," Henry agreed, "because there's one more rule. All that free sex, that only applies within the family. If someone else is there, they should not notice. Unless we have reason to really trust that other person. Then we can talk about our lifestyle, but that decision is always for Claire and me to make. The children can express their opinion, but we make the final call whether we trust someone sufficiently."

I nodded.
"So I guess I am now included in that rule? You trust me enough to share this with me?"
"Indeed."
"So then I guess you know what happened in the shower. You set that up to ensure I can never tell on you without getting myself in trouble."
"While true," agreed Henry, "the blackmail effect is not the reason Eve tempted you there. We especially wanted to know how you would react when Eve asked you to wash her. And then when she kept making that more and more sexual."
"We wanted to know two things. First, whether you are sexually attracted to children, because it makes no sense otherwise. We strongly suspected that already when we met you on the beach. Because of what you looked at, how you looked at, and how your cock reacted – although you are really good at suppressing most of the reaction! But we also wanted to see that you put the child first, that you don't force her into something she doesn't want. Unfortunately, that happens a lot, and we don't want such people in our family!"
"But I'm afraid you passed that last test a bit too well. And that's why I think you've been sitting with serious blue balls for a few hours now! When we thought in Sabine to tell you that dinner is ready, we thought that we had given you enough time that not only you would have 'washed' Eve, but that she would also have 'cleaned' your cock. But then we found that you had really taken your time with her, totally unselfish, so that she had not even gotten around to you yet."

I waved away Henry's objection.
"That's not important, Henry. Most important to me was to make Eve feel good. Well, that and being scared shitless. But my cock can wait."
"And exactly that is why we know that you're reliable."
"But then things just got a little out of hand. Precisely because you kept trying hard to not do anything you thought was bad, we decided not to initiate you right away, but first to just eat. As if nothing had happened. Sorry, that wasn't nice, but it was too much fun. Until Sabina went just one step too far. And then ... well, you seemed to short-circuit or something. Jeez, man, you really scared me. I thought we'd have to take you to the hospital when I saw you like that!"
I just didn't know what to say.
"Well, uh... thanks for the confidence."
It wasn't much, but I had nothing better.

"Do you have any questions before we call the kids back in?"
I thought for a moment.
"Yes, one. Why the risk? Why not just stay with your family? I understand now that you tested me, and why. But even with such tests, it still remains risky, doesn't it?"
"Well, we've gotten pretty good in our testing," Claire laughed, "but you're right, there's always a small risk. But we do it anyway, we actually have to!"
"Must? How so?"
Claire hugged her husband, gave him a long kiss, and lavishly stroked his hard cock.
"Henry is a lovely guy. And I'm impressed with how much and how long it lasts. But no man can compete with three young girls who can't get enough. And I'm still around myself, aren't I? I also have my needs. Of course, the girls and I also play with each other, but we are simply short of men in our family. And that's why we love it when we find a guy who likes our girls and who is sweet and reliable enough. That's great for the girls. And to be honest, I don't mind a bit of variety every now and then!"
I saw her looking longingly at my cock, which had been erect for quite some time now.
"That is, if you even want something with a grown woman. If you just want to play with the girls, that's fine too. Then Henry will at least have some more time for me!"

I hesitated, but just for a short second. But then, after all that had happened, after all I'd heard, and after Henry and Claire had apparently left me in the dark for an extra long time, I decided I could afford a bold response.
I got up, pulled Claire up from the couch and hugged her as tight as I could, so that her firm breasts pressed against my chest and both of us could feel my hard cock between our bellies. I kissed her full on her mouth, with closed mouth at first. I opened my lips for a moment, but then as soon as I felt her put her tongue in my mouth, I broke the kiss and the hug. I saw a big spot of pre-cum on her stomach, where my cock had pressed against her stomach.
Then I bent over, took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. My hand found her pussy and without any hesitation I put a finger on her sensitive clitoris. I felt how wet she was, heard her moan at my touch, and knew that by now she was just as horny as Henry and I, and probably very close to orgasm.
As my mouth moved to her other breast, I roughly pushed two fingers deep into her soaking wet cunt, while my thumb continued to massage her clitoris. She was panting and moaning, and I knew she was close to orgasm.

And so I withdrew my hands, returned to my seat, and sat myself down again.
"Don't worry, Claire. When the time is right, I'd love to play with you too. But I believe you said something about calling in the kids?"
Claire looked at me, longing, frustrated, and angry at the same time. But after a short moment, she picked herself up again.
"Okay, I did deserve that after what we put you through. Come, Henry, let's call the children."