In the Dark Chapter 24

By Oliver Winslet

A boy, two girls, a mom, and several others get together for late night adventures. mf, mff, mF, mFf, mFff, MF, MFF, M+F+f, mFFff, Mf, teen, voy, exhib, harem, public sex, caught

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Author's Note

This is a story meant for adult reading, only. If you are under eighteen or whatever the minimum legal age is in your jurisdiction, if you find reading stories containing graphic representations of sexual acts offending, or if reading such literature is illegal where you are, leave right now.

Chapter 24

When I got back to Maria's and Marene's home that evening at about ten o'clock, I learned that Maria had called Joan Burns to see how the dinner had gone. She said that Joan had said that it couldn't have been better. The children had gotten along famously and Joanne had even cleared the dinner table and washed the dishes. The best news, however, was that Mr. Burns had gotten the financing he wanted to expand to a new store at a favorable rate and Mr. Randall had included a condition that could be a big help. He was going to invest in the time of a retired retail executive to help Mr. Burns put together systems that would help him manage inventories at the, now, two stores and help design personnel policies that would relieve Mr. Burns of some of the day-to-day details that took time away from more important challenges of a growing business.

Joan was a happy camper, and we breathed a sigh of relief. At around midnight, Joanne came over and crawled in bed with us, giving my dick a nice little kiss on the "lips." I woke up early and realized that Joanne was still there and woke her up. She needed to be home before she was missed. She groggily slid out of the bed. I helped her get dressed, gave her a big kiss, and sent her home, praying she hadn't been missed. I found out later that she made it, but just barely.
She had just gotten back in bed when her mom came in and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. Good timing, and something for The Family to talk about. We didn't need any more surprise problems.

I called a meeting of the family for after lunch that day. The agenda items were how to arrange for Joanne to spend more time with The Family, overnight, and do it with the cooperation of her parents, and how do we make sure that our double lives as older people remain separate from our real lives as children and remain secret. I had thought about the first item since sending Joanne home that morning. The best I could come up with is to push the best friend thing and setting up some sort of regular schedule for her to stay over, sort of like mine. And, the reason for Marene not reciprocating overnight stays was that it would be inappropriate for her mother, who was nervous about being alone at night without a man around and had arranged for me to stay there at night when her husband was away as a security issue, would be looked ay askance if it were just the two of us, alone all night. It was a matter of reputation that was important in those days.

We got started when Joanne arrived, her sitting on my dick again. I explained what happened last night and this morning, and why we needed to have a contingency plan. The first thing that was discussed was that Joanne should have the good judgment to stay home, if we were not out for a walk, and to insist we get her home before anyone at her home was likely to be awake. My response was that I could understand Joanne wanting the intimacy we share here. Sleeping at home alone, is, well, alone. I asked, "Would either of you be happy that way, now that we are sharing our lives, together, rather than apart?"

That got a duet of no's, which was no surprise. We all wanted to just live together like The Family we had suddenly become, which gave me a lead in to what I felt would at least make things better for Joanne. I proposed we devise a plan for getting her over for more overnight stays. I laid out my thoughts on a solution, and Joanne started to cry. She said that,"If we can find a way for her to stay over three nights a week, it might make the other four nights bearable." I asked, "Which nights would you like them to be?" She said, "For sure Friday and Saturday, and maybe Tuesday. That way I I'll break the week into equal parts at home, but how can we do it?

I explained my idea about best friends and Maria's fear of being alone when her husband was traveling and the reputation issue. "It would mean, though, that Marene would have to spend time at your house in the daytime," leaving a question mark hanging the air for Marene to answer. She was quick on the uptake with, "I think it's a good idea, and it would be fun playing at Joanne's a couple days a week, and she can still slip out late at night to go walking. Do you think we can do it?" "Maria, you would have to be the salesman on this deal. I can think up one argument for the weekends I bet they'll like. They can have a date night every Friday and Saturday and not worry about Joanne, because she'll be well supervised over here. What do you think?

"I can add the prospect of having moping, unhappy teen aged girls driving us nuts. You have no idea how annoying a teen aged girl can be when she is unhappy. And, I know very well that works on a parent's ability to refuse a girl approval for something she wants to do, specially if its not something dangerous or illegal. The Burns will have no idea that some of the things we do here may kind of push the legal angle, so no problem there. Let me think about it overnight and see what I can come up with."I I asked Joanne, "Will being here three nights a week, and you staying at home on the other four nights, if we didn't go for a walk be OK, or at least better?" She said, "I think so. It'd sure be easier."

"Now to my second agenda item. Joanne's challenge last night was something we didn't plan for and I think we need to be prepared for similar things happening in the future. We could run across any of the people we've met as Margaret, Jeannette, and Robert, any time. We need to be prepared to react in a way that is appropriate to who we are at the time. Let's face it, if we have clothes on, we need to be ourselves.

"When we're naked we need to be our alternate selves. For us teenagers, that's not too hard, if we don't panic. Looking five or ten years younger will probably solve the problem with appearance when we are dressed, and practice will take care of acting our alternate ages. For you, Maria, its more of a challenge because you were yourself at the party you attended, just without clothes, and would be more easily recognized. One thing you have to do is make some changes in the parts of your body that are always exposed so you look like a different person when you go to one of these parties. Change your hair style and makeup, that sort of thing. You might also consider decorating your body some way to draw attention from your face when you are naked, maybe putting lipstick on your nipples or something," I said in what may have been the longest speech of my young life.

Maria responded with, "I was a little worried about those things, too. If we do you children like we did you and Joanne last time, you will be unrecognizable in your teenager persona. My problem is to re-train the folks that we party with about how I look. It needs to be done quickly, though. The Fourth of July will be when I'll start by making a drastic change and sticking with it after that. We also have to work on a disguise for Marene; name, makeup, hairstyle, decorations, that sort of stuff. Joanne, you were gorgeous the last time. Your posture when you are naked is different from when you are wearing clothes, straighter, more curve to your back, head held high, and you walk as though you are wearing three-inch heels. You're a nice looking girl in clothes, but naked, you're spectacular."

Continuing, she said, "Marene, I think we should give Joanne the job of making you over. We've got three more days to do it, so let's get started today so we'll have the time to do it right. Is that OK, Ollie," she said, deferring to my authority under the rules of The Family. "Maria, you know a lot more about making a girl look her best than I ever will, so I can't say no." Maria added, "Joanne, I want to do somethi8ng more with your appearance, too, maybe sprinkling small sequins on your tits and darkening your nipples. A pony tail might be better on the Fourth or July, instead of the French twist. It would be more appropriate to a fireworks watching party. Anyway, I'll think about it. And Ollie, I want to work on you, too, and see if I can add another couple of years to your naked appearance. OK?" I said, "That sounds good to me. Why don't we get started and see what we can do by three o'clock?" And, we all found places to do the things we discussed.

I decided to spend a few minutes with pencil and paper and make a set of minutes for the first formal meeting of The Family. I also decided to start on writing down the places we might need to be specially prepared to stick with our identity of the moment. The biggest challenges we would face were when we were ourselves in places real people go; the drug store, the grocery store, the service station, the park, places everyone goes.

I had my head down for about an hour when I decided to check out what was happening with the girls. I found Marene and Joanne in the dining area. It was obvious that Joanne was making progress because I could hardly recognize the beautiful blond woman sitting in the chair in front of Joanne. She certainly no longer looked fourteen years old. The things Joanne had done were subtle. Her hair was in a simple pony tail. Her cheeks had been highlighted with something. Her eyelashes were long and black. There was a pale mascara on her eyelids. Her face somehow looked longer. As with Joanne, it was an amazing transformation. Apparently, all those times the girls had played beauty parlor had paid off.

After ogling Marene a little while and complimenting Joanne, I went in search of Maria. I fund her at her dressing table in her bedroom. She had done some subtle things that enhanced her beauty and changed her appearance enough for her to claim being a different person when she was being herself. She had done some nice things to her breasts that made them look more prominent and had finished shaving her pussy. I asked her about those changes, and she told me they were to get people to look at her tits and pussy more than her face. If she could draw attention away from her face, it would be harder to remember when she was herself. That made sense to me.

Maria stood up and told me to sit on the dressing table stool. I did. She started doing things to my face, and in a couple of minutes I had a five o'clock shadow, darker red eyebrows, my hair combed in a way I had not even considered, and a couple other small changes that added a few more years to my appearance. Add that to the fact that I am not short and skinny and am kind of hairy in a red haired kind of way, and I did look like an adult. I liked it. Maria told me I was most handsome, which I also liked.

We were making real progress on getting ourselves ready for the party at Mary Martin's on the Fourth of July. It looked like we would be ready.