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   Monica 57: SECOND FIDDLE

   Played like a fiddle, Monica in the middle!

   The smell of bacon rallied eyelids as if an outer body experience, the
allure raising spirits that by all means should be terrified.  Monica Gift
peeled from her father Aaron's armpit and eyed his morning wood.  As
tempting as even that slab of bacon was, she had a bad feeling she needed
to lay low after her mother Charlotte caught them engaging in inappropriate
incest.  What troubled Monica was how her mother insisted she and Aaron
come back to bed.  Was it the alcohol talking?  Charlotte was quite drunk
last night, so drunk that she had no clue what Aaron's visiting clients
Mitch and Jared had done to her.  It could have been worse if they hadn't
merely jerked off over her face as she slept through her intoxication. 
Well, a few lip smacks with the heads of their cocks as a passing thought.
Aaron was despicable for allowing that just to take Monica to their bed and
fuck her.  While she loved spending time with her father Monica's guilt was
welling up in the pit of her stomach.  Probably just hunger pangs.  That
bacon was orgasmic to the senses.

   "God, what do I do now?  Mom can't possibly be coping with this now that
she's sober.  I'm the worst daughter ever.  Daddy really fucked up this
time, I just know they will get a divorce and make me decide who I'm living
with.  Thing is I've already told daddy I'd go with him.  I'm eighteen and
graduation is only a few weeks away, maybe I should find a job and move out
on my own.  I could get a few of the girls in my Braless Brigade to be
roommates.  That way we can still have our fun and be independent." It was
not a horrible idea!  "I have to go pee." Getting up carefully she Monica
stepped into the adjoining ensuite and took a seat on the toilet.  Tinkle
time!

   "I hear a weed eater.  Brock must be trimming around his house.  That or
maybe Ryan finally came home from April's.  I feel so badly for him if
April hasn't been on the up and up after saying her baby might belong to
that Proctor guy.  Man, I'm glad I keep up with my birth control.  Crap! 
What if I were to get knocked up by Daddy?  I'm so stupid but...  I can't
say no to him.  Any guy almost!  Okay, none of them." Flushing, she washed
her hands then stepped out of the bathroom to see her mother at the bedroom
door with a breakfast tray.  Two plates with scrambled eggs and bacon were
being delivered.

   "Good morning!" Charlotte smiled at her cringing daughter.  "Do me a
favor and go to the kitchen for the orange juice.  I couldn't carry
everything in one trip." Shy not wanting to ruin her mood swing Monica
shuffled from the bedroom and looked for her clothing in the living room
where she had left them last night.  Which just happened to have gone
missing.  As she went into the kitchen, she heard the washer going and
presumed her mother had just started a load with her discarded attire. 
Glasses of juice full resting on the island Monica plucked them up and
returned to the master bedroom.  To her surprise Charlotte was stretched
out between Aaron's legs and had taken it upon herself to wake him up with
a morning blowjob.

   "I can go to my room." Monica took her plate of food from the tray
resting on Charlotte's side of the bed for when she was done.  Lifting her
lips from Aaron's crown Charlotte smiled but winced with an odd expression
of stop right there young lady.  Monica knew it well.

   "Oh no!  You started all of this, you get your butt in bed and eat. 
Feed your father bites." Eyes bulging Monica did see Aaron reviving, his
slumber not as much as the ladies due to wondering what today would bring.
Long night awake he was struggling.  The blowjob however was welcomed. 
Seeing Monica first, he lifted his head from the pillow to look out over
his body at Charlotte's own breakfast.  There were only two plates!

   "What's going on?" He mumbled.  This was so unlike Charlotte to begin
with.  Sex was good when they had it, but that was rare the last year or
so. Now it seemed as if Charlotte wanted to make up for lost time.

   "Eat your breakfast and let me finish my job." Charlotte eased off of
her hubby's head just long enough to inform him.  Monica waved in by
Charlotte crawled into bed and sat up against the headboard holding the
tray in her lap.  Fork in hand she offered bites of egg to her father. 
Enjoying this pampering Aaron looked worried, sharing his gaze with Monica
who simply shrugged.  Mom was acting like Monica's age suddenly. 
Competition?  That was Monica's first instinct.

   She figured once this wore off, she would be yelled at for being a
homewrecker.  Aaron however, pondered that maybe Charlotte had thought
things over and simply felt that in order to save her marriage she needed
to prove to him she was still wanted.  Aaron had on occasion pondered
divorce, but he did love his wife even if there were stick in the mud
moments.  He couldn't wait for Charlotte to start asking if he were
cheating with other women.  Only once!  Monica was his safety net
concerning that, but he would have to tell her there were considerations.
He did just hire a hot young secretary named Shelly Cortez; a Latina hottie
just turned 22.  That was too soon to develop though.  The girl did wear
sexy outfits to work, and he did encourage it with well received
compliments.  Shit!  Now Aaron was thinking of Shelly.  Helpful!

   "Drink!" Monica tilted her juice as Aaron fluffed his pillows behind him
to rise up better in order to eat.  Charlotte was going to town now, her
tender suckling increased to a steady rhythm and went full on obsessive,
eyes rolled back in her appetite quest.  Aaron swiped a piece of bacon and
chewed on it while rubbing Monica's leg.  Eyes flaring at how bizarre this
was Monica wolfed down her own plate just listening to her mom's anthem of
deepthroat dedication.

   A jealous moment struck Monica's emotions but she couldn't comprehend
why.  That weed eater outside was getting louder, luring Monica to look
toward the slightly parted curtains.  She really couldn't see anything but
the side of home belonging to Brock and Ryan Quinones.  Plates cleaned
Monica took the tray from the bed and went to place it on the dresser
temporarily.  Peering out, she saw Brock with his back turned to her.  Good
thing considering she was naked in her parents' bedroom.  That might look
alarming!  Not a second thought if she were in her own room though, seeing
as Brock had fucked Monica a couple times now.  Easing away she took the
tray back to the kitchen and rinsed the plates and glasses.  Dishwasher
they went!

   Hearing her father snarl Monica knew he had nutted into Charlotte's
mouth and tiptoed back to their bedroom to witness her mother crawl up over
his body to kiss him and share in his jizz.  Pouting briefly Monica stepped
back into the living room and told herself, "That should be me.  This is
bonkers weird!  I feel like mom is trying to steal my thunder.  Ugh!  What
am I thinking?  They're married, I'm just the stupid cunt they created out
of love.  I need to get a shower and go get some air.  Maybe Ryan's home,
I'll check with Brock shortly."

   "HI BROCK!" Monica heard her mother call out then felt a faint gust of
wind filter over her flesh.  No way did her mother open that window and
call out to their neighbor.  Hurrying to the door she found her mom
standing proudly waving.

   "She's...  become me." Miserable in the moment she even found Aaron
climb out of bed and take Charlotte from behind in the windowsill.  Screen
raised he forced Charlotte's upper body outside then wailed on her dimple
coated ass cheeks, dick deep within her cunt.  "Holy shit!  I rekindled
their childhood." Hurrying to her own bedroom she opened her curtains and
lifted her window, the exterior screen removed long ago and under her bed
for fast escapes.  Leaning out expecting to ask Brock about Ryan she was
caught off guard by Brock standing right up under Charlotte talking to her
as she moaned, her unbridled titties wagging at Aaron's punishing thrusts.

   "Now this is new." Brock chuckled.  "What brought all this on kids?" Kid
indeed, blame Monica.

   "Things are going to change around here." Charlotte told him, "Isn't
that right Honey?" She called back to Aaron.  A man-to-man nod down at
Brock through the upper portion of the window Brock puckered.

   "You don't say." He then noticed Monica leaning out on her folded
forearms, her breasts perky and nips saying it's chilly this morning. 
"Wow! The whole family?" Charlotte looked to her right to see Monica and
shook her head.

   "I should have known when I caught you outside in your bath towel
talking to Ryan.  Has everybody in town seen you naked?"

   "50/50!" Monica mused.  "Not changing!  So, no more reading me the riot
act.  Speaking of Ryan act?  Has Ryan come back from April's yet?"

   "Sure did.  He got home a few hours before sunup.  April stayed out at
the farm.  Oh, Kyle should be here in a few he's coming home for the
weekend."

   "Awesome!  I need to talk to him too."

   "Oh yeah?" Brock was torn by youthful Monica, and the more mature beauty
of Charlotte.  A single man for the last few years he was recalling his
wife more due to the age.  "I'm going to leave you two Lust birds to your
playtime and finish up out here."

   Monica backed up into her room then cast her leg out the window,
followed by the other then dropped down into the yard.  Charlotte seeing
her daughter walk naked between yards took her back a bit.  Marching right
into the front yard and through the screened in porch Monica disappeared
inside the Quinones home.  "Does Monica always just walk in?"

   "She and Ryan were a thing for a short while until April came along."
Brock paused with his weed eater in hand.  "Guess you don't know, I'm going
to be a grandfather.  Ryan knocked up April."

   "Is that good or bad?" Charlotte asked cupping her tits to avoid further
whiplash, her demeanor changing.  "Hold that thought!" Orgasm striking like
lightning Charlotte squealed and expressed the most amazing facial yearn
Brock had ever seen.  It did remind him of Monica's expressions when he
made her climax.  Interesting!

   "Guess we'll know in eight months.  Those two have issues but at least
the girl fessed up.  Hid things from her parents too.  I'm supposed to go
meet them tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes.  Partly why Kyle came home
too.  Moral support!  Anyways, you two enjoy your day." Twine spinning
Brock killed some ragweed.

   ********

   Inside the Quinones house Monica went right on up to Ryan's bedroom,
finding him sprawled out face down in his boxers and drooling on his
pillow. For a pouty second Monica felt badly for not putting on at least a
shirt.  April although not always honest was Ryan's girl now, it felt
slightly wrong to be up here nude.  His days of being her Master were
likely over with now, heck he was barely able to go to school the last week
over his nerves.  Monica completely understood.  Besides, she was busy
dealing with a certain Jimmy Newton and making sure he was getting what was
due to him.  Those girls involved had to honor his help in taking risquÃ(C)
pics for the yearbook over the last few weeks.

   The Braless Brigade and a few other sources were taking the heat in
having sex with the not so handsome fellow.  Scarred for life most likely,
the ladies were getting the job done but only because their fearless leader
was enforcing the issue.  Add in dealing with her lesbian Coach to secure a
week's residence in Daytona during Spring Break, and keeping Knave under
her thumb, the principal just such a freak that he served Monica the
parttime Mistress without fail.  Now?  Mom and Dad!  There was just no end
to her wonderful stress.

   Seeing a Florida State Seminoles t-shirt draped over his desk chair's
arm, she shuffled in and snatched it up.  Putting on the maroon and gold
shirt at least helped in feeling better about herself.  She swam in the
length, Ryan being much taller and broader than her petite body.  Still,
she made that cloak look damn good, her nipples stabbing out in the maroon
cotton blend like arrowheads.  Nibbling her lower lip at how she looked she
smirked.  "Next airbrushing, I wear I'll go Semenhole!" Seminole!  Good
lord Slut!  Staring at how peaceful Ryan was sleeping she almost hated to
wake him, but they really needed to talk.  Especially now that her mother
was knowledgeable of way to many lies.

   Crawling in beside him she sat on his extra pillow and pulled her shirt
over her knees before pinching his nose closed so that he couldn't breathe.
It was merely a wakeup call.  Wincing in his out of it groggy state, his
eyes popped open and looked over at Monica's hip, then higher.  "Wha are
you doin'?" His voice was strained due to her fingers compressing over his
nasal passages.  "Snoring loud again that you could hear me next door?"

   "Yep!  Sonic boom!  Taking your breath away like I do every day." She
giggled, "Talk to me Homie!"

   "About what?" He swatted her hand away and rolled over to lay on his
back, then covered his eyes against daylight through his bedroom window. 
"Why are you wearing Kyle's shirt?"

   "This is Kyle's?" She primped at it, "No wonder it's so baggy on me."

   "I laid it out when I got home so he wouldn't forget to take it back to
his dorm.  He's coming home today so he and dad can meet April's family."

   "So the baby is yours?"

   "Yep!  We finally went to a doctor.  That's why I skipped school three
days this week.  Once we knew for sure she introduced me to her parents. 
They were so not happy.  Her dad could be a linebacker he's so big.  Mom
was nice at least, but she still wasn't happy, although I get the feeling
she was only siding with April's dad.  Jim and Carol are their names. 
Anyway, Jim grilled me about how I planned on supporting his first
grandchild.  I told he I wanted to go on to college to be a business
manager.  He rolled his eyes at that, said there's nothing more than makes
a man than field work.  I stood my ground though and said nope, not my
style.  No calluses for me.  I want my own pizza parlor I just need the
know how to keep it running.  My boss is thinking of selling his parlor I'd
love to find the cash to buy it."

   "Maybe talk to my dad.  He has tons of money stashed away that's why we
live so cheap because he and mom hoard.  Oh, speaking of mom...  she found
out I was fucking dad."

   "Why in the hell are you even doing that Monica?  You have so many guys
after you there's no reason to go incest." Ryan shook his head.

   "I can't help myself.  Daddy has a huge dick and he's good with it."

   "Your mom filing for divorce?"

   "Not yet!  It's crazy but after she busted daddy and I last night she
made us all sleep together.  I woke up in daddy's arms and mom had
breakfast in bed waiting.  It's like she's gone from wholesome busy body to
maxi me in eight hours."

   "Maybe Charlotte feels like if she doesn't she loses your dad and you.
Or, she's hoping to win him back and find out what she's done to deserve
his change.  Is your dad cheating on her with anyone else?"

   "No clue!  I don't ask." Only her friend Lisa, but Ryan didn't need to
know that with all of his own problems, "I presume not but then again; he
did have me seduce some business clients last night...  kind of.  More just
naked and touching myself.  I stroked their cocks a while but dad called me
to him and took me to bed.  Mom stayed on the sofa passed out drunk.  Oh
crap!  I wonder what those guys did to mom?  They let themselves out and I
was kind of cumming hard thanks to dad.  Do you think mom is having a
nervous breakdown?"

   "Coping most likely.  Just be yourself and talk to her."

   "I should really apologize and tell dad I...  no...  I need dad's cock.
Uggggh!  Why do I have to be such a whore?  Even here and now I want to
ride you Mister Morning Wood." She reached over and flicked his tented
boxers.  "I put the shirt on because I didn't want you to think I was
getting in the way of you and April.  If you're happy, I'm happy for you...
Master." She held her breath, "I hope you still are."

   "We both know it's just roleplay.  Just like you controlling Janson. 
How can I be your master when you're master...  mistress...  whatever over
him.  Kind of contradictory, don't you think?  We're just friends Monica.
Always!  I know you had my back the other day at the restaurant.  Hey who
was that big dude with the girl that had blue hair?"

   "Bluebird, well Lovebird, and her Master.  >She works at the Licker
Store, that adult place out by the interstate.  Kyle...  knows her." Monica
froze for a moment to think, "Oh crud!  Did Kyle fuck April that night? 
Ryan and Kyle would have the same DNA if it was Kyle that accidently
knocked her up.  I don't think they did but I was kind of busy with my
teacher and Lovebird.  That would totally suck for both of them."

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah, just thinking about things.  Did you tell Kyle he was going to be
an uncle?"

   "Dad did!  Wouldn't make sense to have him meet April's parents if he
didn't."

   "Right!  So are you going to marry April?"

   "Not for awhile.  We need to fix us first.  I love her but...  "

   "You love me more?" She playfully fell against him, he capturing her and
holding her to him.  "Oh boy!  I was teasing...  I think.  Just friends
right?"

   "Yeah!" He stared into her eyes swallowing dryly, "If I'd never met
April...  maybe."

   "Sucks to be me.  My fault for introducing you to the waitress.  I don't
think I'm cut out for a relationship anyway.  I like variety.  I hear a
motorcycle...  Kyle must be here." She patted his belly, "I better...  "
Ryan pulled her closer and kissed her unexpectedly.  She whimpered but
ended up enjoying herself.  Where did this come from?  Lost in his
intentions she ended up under him as he rolled over but merely made out
with Monica.  April who?

   ********

   Next door ten minutes prior...

   "Mrs.  Gift?  What has cum over you?" Aaron was winded from wailing on
his wife in the windowsill.  "We need to talk about all of this."

   "No...  we do not!  I suspected long ago, you lied to me over the phone
that day I'm sure of it.  Just so you know I set up a nanny Cam in the
living room and in our bedroom here.  I...  so wanted to believe in you
Aaron.  Our daughter?  Really?"

   "Cam's?  Where?" He looked around.

   "I removed them two days after when everything looked normal.  I just
wanted to see your reaction just now.  It's obvious this has been going on
awhile, I just didn't leave the cameras active long enough."

   "Three times...  Monica and I.  We're...  enjoying one another.  If you
want out of this marriage I'll understand." He really hoped those camera's
weren't active when he and Monica entertained her friends Lisa and Michael
Andros.  His desire for the blonde bombshell was just too invested not to
risk it.

   "You know I don't!  Just know this though, if you can cheat so can I. 
You go shower I have things to do." She did kiss him passionately, "We can
play more tonight.  Even if it must involve our daughter.  I will not let
her have all the fun."

   "Actually, I have plans tonight.  Meeting my clients...  yes Mitch and
Jared who were here last night.  Drinks at the North Pole." He was afraid
to mention he was taking Monica with him, his clients buying her way in due
to not being old enough to drink.  At 18 she could at least sit.  On laps!
Dance on stage possibly.

   "A strip club.  Well, thank you for being honest with me about that. 
You go enjoy yourself, I might go for a drink by myself."

   "This possible merger is too important Charlotte."

   "Understood!  I'll do my best to remain the woman you married, but
with...  a revived energy.  I think I might hire a fitness trainer and help
me lose my middle aged laziness." She patted her ass.  "Go shower and wake
up better."

   "Where are you going?  Aren't you going to get dressed?"

   "Why?  If Monica can roam free so can I.  Get used to the new me Aaron.
I love you."

   "Love you too." Aaron Gift did head for the showers.  He wasn't certain
he wanted to know where she was actually going.  Besides, he had his
secretary on his mind.  Monday things were going to be very different. 
Yep! New dress code for Shelly.

   Moving clothes from her washer to her dryer then starting the load
Charlotte stepped out on to her back porch, the first time ever in the
nude. "Oh Lord!  What am I thinking?  After Brock saw me naked hovering
over him I...  maybe I can see through Monica's eyes more.  What have I
been missing all these years trying to be the model wife and mother?  As
terrible as this all is, I believe I needed this eye opener.  The way
Brock...  his mouth was watering just watching us...  me.  I...  think I
want to test myself...  all I can do is humiliate everyone involved." She
inches closer to the back screen door and locates Brock weeding along the
side of his garage.  "There he is.  Let's...  see what happens."

   Taking a deep breath, Charlotte stepped outside and into her yard. 
Holding her breasts as if shy she walked barefoot all the way out to the
garage.  Fifteen feet from Brock she heard a garage door open in the house
across the alley.  Working on his custom car, her neighbor Kramer stood in
shock alongside his drinking buddies Owen and Elvis.  Kramer the grump saw
Charlotte and for once just rubbed his chin with intrigue.  Unlike dealing
with her kid Monica, Kramer was too old for youth.  Now Charlotte? 
Interesting!  His bud's even noticed Kramer's demeanor and puckered.  "More
your style, eh?" Elvis chuckled then toasted Charlotte with his beer. 
Kramer and Owen followed like the Three Mugketeers.  Mrs.  Gift got chills
at their hungry eyes.

   "This went better than I predicted.  I haven't even gotten Brock's
attention yet and I'm attracting smiles.  How could I have overlooked what
other men think of me even being out of shape?" She fluttered her fingers
at the trio of car lovers, knowing they were whistling but unable to enjoy
their wolf calls due to Brock's buzzing.

   An unpredicted desire to show off, Charlotte batted her eyes and shook
her 38C's at them as if a stripper herself, essentially she was,
considering the only thing she wore was eye liner.  "Oh my God!  I've
become my daughter.  Which makes me wonder, just how much any of these
gentlemen have seen of Monica.  Obviously, by Brock's reaction it was
nothing new to him.  Mister Kramer there would have come over and told
Aaron and I if she was misbehaving.  Wouldn't he?  Hmm!  I'll have to ask
after I tease Brock here.  There isn't anyone out this early in the other
houses." Spoke too soon.

   Looking back at her own home she spotted the owner of the house to the
far side of theirs, Charlie Wessel had stepped out to work on his
birdhouses.  An interesting double take even he waved at Charlotte. 
"Goodness!  I believe I'm well received." I hope my bikini area isn't too
bushy that would be embarrassing." She thought over her strange opinion
then realized Charlie was a deer in headlights.  "What am I thinking being
out here like this?  His deceased wife Sidney is probably trying to call
the police from the afterlife." Weird but she was not thinking clearly. 
Finally, to steer her fear she saw Charlie wink at her.  "No!  He did not
just swat the air like he was spanking me...  " Weed eater stopping she
froze.

   "Holy Shamoly!  You scared the life out of me." Brock turned wiping his
brow on his forearm.  "What are you doing out here dressed...  I mean
undressed like that?" In response Charlotte turned to face him with a red
face.

   "Losing my second virginity?" Was all she could come up with.

   "Uhhh?  To whom?" He pointed out all four men watching her at the moment
amused by her Monica level actions.

   "Oh God!" She pinched the bridge of her nose blushing, "I must be crazy
to walk out here like this.  Aaron will...  " A pause to breathe then peer
at her house, "...  just have to get over it.  As you can probably imagine,
things...  are a little tense between Aaron and I at the moment."

   "Tense?  You two looked eighteen again." He chuckled.  "Can't be any
worse than your rug rat walking by me naked to step into my house."

   "About that?  Exactly how often does my daughter do that?"

   "Well, let's just say it's been going on a while now.  Her and Ryan...
like I said did have a thing until April came along.  He's...  used to
seeing her in the buff."

   "And you?"

   "Are wondering why I hadn't complained to you and Aaron over her... 
exhibitionism?" Amongst sexual activity, the man was stupid but not that
stupid.  "Just trying to keep the peace I guess.  Ryan asked me to keep
quiet."

   "Has Monica had sex in your home?"

   "Oh, I'm sure." Brock frowned as if blaming Ryan when he himself had
tapped the barely legal hottie a couple of times now.  "No stopping kids
these days, you know that.  Do you want to borrow my t-shirt here?  You're
looking a little...  chilly." Her nipples were fierce.  Peering down at her
chest she realized the ladies were doing some high-powered winking
themselves.  Trembling she looked to her left at Kramer, Elvis, and Owen
now sitting in lawn chairs and still toasting her.  Elvis even stood up and
did a little stripper dance for laughs.

   "Is it my imagination or do they want me to...  dance for them?  Good
Lord!  They must be desperate I'm so out of shape."

   "Uhhh?  Char...  you're not that bad.  Guys our age like a lil'
substance, not that we're trying to...  get into your...  prance?" He
laughed.  "My shirt's sweaty but yours if you want to cover up."

   "No!  I'll be fine.  I just need to overcome my nerves."

   "What exactly brought on this striptease?  You and Aaron suddenly get
openminded?"

   "I believe so.  I suppose when Aaron had me bent out of the window frame
I...  noticed you seemed to like what you were witnessing."

   "Always have to be honest.  I just knew better than to go flirting too
hard.  I like Aaron."

   "I worship my husband.  Good or bad.  But after last night...  I've come
to terms with the fact...  I'm not his one and only." She looked to Brock's
house which immediately clued him in she was referring to Monica.

   "Going out on a limb here.  Monica dropping out of her window, you and
Aaron seeing it...  has it really come to that?" Incest!

   "Quite illegal so can we please keep that to ourselves?  I don't want
our lives ruined any more than they already have been.  Yes!"

   "You know I won't blab when I didn't tell you about her coming over here
naked.  Just like I won't be going to the bar and bragging over you."

   "Over me?" She flared her eyes and giggled with a girlish blush.  "I'm
so nothing to brag about."

   "Better tell them that then.  Not to sound freaky but I'd advise you to
look at their laps." She coyly did see all three car aficionados with
tented crotches.  A snap look back towards Charlie, who tried not to stare
by hiding behind his opened paint can.  In order to finish a birdhouse with
a towel under it, the can made a worthy cover.  Even he could be seen with
a woody.

   "I...  didn't expect such a...  reaction toward me."

   "Should tell you something there Char.  I'm telling you upfront, what
little puff you have is nicely structured." He dared to reach over and pat
her tummy, then moved around her to pat her ass where it could be improved.
"Work out a bit and get that off and guys would go crazy over you, as if
they aren't already."

   "You just patted my butt." She couldn't even blink, this being the first
time a man other than Aaron had touched her in twenty two years.

   "I did!" Brock then took a bigger risk to show off to their voyeurs and
slapped her cheek.  A yelp she busted up laughing and held her stinging
bottom.  "You better get inside or we all might do that." He challenged her
bravado.

   "Brock?  Aaron and Monica have plans tonight.  Would you like to go have
a drink?"

   "Didn't see that coming.  I should be home around 6:00 or so after we go
meet and greet April's parents.  Better idea though how about we just set
up the firepit and enjoy the peace and quiet out here."

   "We might have...  visitors." She eyed her flirty neighbors.  "Yes... 
that sounds deliciously fun."

   "I'll tell the boys to supply the beer."

   "Wine please!  I'm not fond of beer."

   "Rose?  Like your ass cheek there?"

   "Oh my God!  What am I walking into?" She giggled.

   "You dancing around the fire like Elvis over there."

   "I will be dressed tonight."

   "Question is...  for how long?" He heard a motorcycle and shot a glance
down the alley way.  "Here comes Kyle." He sat his weed eater on the ground
and took off his t-shirt to hand it to her.  In a mad hurry Charlotte
slipped it on which covered most everything, but her puffy cheeks still
peeked out a little on the down low.  Kyle had no clue what he was riding
up to, pulling into the back drive out of the way.  Dismounting the eldest
Quinones boy removed his helmet and grabbed his bag.  Walking around the
side of the garage he looked at Charlotte and dropped his jaw.

   "I have a shirt like that.  Hey Mrs.  Gift, long time no...  see." He
saw nipples stabbing through and had to turn away, "Trimming Pop?"
Charlotte, like Monica was wearing a Florida State Seminole shirt.  She was
beet red at the young man catching her with so much erotic tension.

   "No, you are.  And that shirt is the one you gave me.  I washed yours
last night.  I think Ryan has it in his room."

   "Why are you wearing...?" Kyle flared his eyes, "I don't want to know."
He resisted the trimmer in favor of heading into the house.  "What is it
about the Gift's?  Now Charlotte's after my dad?  This is bonkers." Door
closed, he made himself a fast breakfast croissant in the microwave and
headed upstairs.

   Outside Charlotte gave Brock back his shirt.  In taking it off she heard
the wolves and it brought back memories of her high school days.  Oddly
enough to everyone's surprise should they learn of it, Char was a
cheerleader back in the day before marriage changed her outlook.  She went
so far as to hold her arms up in the air, still in the shirt over her head
and danced just as Elvis had earlier.  Brock accepting his shirt back
chuckled.  "Yeah that's not keeping the wolves at bay."

   "No, but it was fun.  See you say 8:00 by the fire?"

   "I'll even move the bug zapper by us.  Question...  are you telling
Aaron it's a date?"

   "Is it a date?"

   "Feels like it."

   "Options...  open." She winked and began her journey back into the
house. Halfway to her porch she took time to bend over forward to pick up a
stick from one of their trees.  The trio across the alley got a really good
look at her clam, her cheeks gapping even offered and rarely ever abused
butt pucker.  Charlotte...  was adapting well.  "I will not let my daughter
have all of the fun.  Aaron?  You will just have to adjust as much as I."
Entering her home the guys immediately started talking.  Monica who?

   At least Kramer was cheery for once.

   ********

   Kyle Quinones ditched his bag in his bedroom and stepped across the hall
to see more than he bargained for.  Still boggled by seeing Charlotte in
his dad's shirt, obviously nude beneath it, matters just doubled.  Within
Ryan's bedroom he found Monica on top of Ryan wearing his own Seminole
shirt.  Hands to both sides of his brother's door frame he kept quiet
watching his brother's dick moving in and out of Monica's cunt.  He just
couldn't ruin that perfect picture.  What was going on here?  Smirking
after three minutes of moans and grunts Kyle just had to break this up. 
Crawling in between Ryan's legs Kyle reached for Monica's hips and began
pulling his shirt upward over her back.

   "So that's where I left my shirt." In discovering his stealthy arrival
Monica giggled and let him remove the shirt entirely.  "I wanted to wear
this to North Pole tonight." Still thriving on Ryan, Monica raised her
right hand to palm Kyle's cheek.  He lingered just a bit to look down at
his brother's shock.  "Hey Bro!  Break up with April?  I'm a lil' confused
here."

   "No!  This just...  happened."

   "No man can resist Mistress Monica." She laughed hopping harder on
Ryan's dick.  "Cum for me Master."

   "Contradictory!" Kyle laughed, mocking his brother's very own words
without knowing it.  "Don't go knocking up Monica too.  You have enough
worries now Daddy."

   "Shit!  Stop!" Ryan palmed Monica's breasts.  "I never thought of that."

   "I am NOT stopping until you cum inside me.  I'm on birth control
Dummy."

   "Fuck!" His stew was ready to boil beneath her mad gyrations.  Kyle
seemed amused by lingering over her shoulder just to witness his brother's
mistake.  "Goddammit!" No mercy!

   "Wait!  You're going to North Pole tonight?" Monica tilted her gaze to
Kyle as much as his head on her allowed.

   "Yeah!  My frat buddies are all meeting there.  Why?"

   "My dad is taking me there to the strip club tonight to seduce some
clients."

   "No way!  Hey Dalton, will be there.  He's been wondering why you
haven't called him back."

   "Been busy in school is all.  I lanned to."

   "Will you guys please shut up." Ryan huffed straining as his climax
closed into it's final outcome.  The parrot on Polly's shoulder grinned as
Ryan grunted, Monica squealing at his Jetstream filling her pussy with
whiplash effect.  Kyle found it amusing enough to reach his left arm around
Monica and playfully choke her.

   "Y'know what?" Kyle laughed.  "Don't you two move." He backed off the
bed to stand and stripped down naked.  Erect at finding Monica do her thing
he finally decided it was time.  Moving in behind her he pushed her forward
over Ryan and hit her anus.

   "OH MY GOD!  IT'S ABOUT TIME." Monica busted up laughing, "I didn't
think you would ever take me." Kyle had ignored this for far too long. 
"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!  Both of you...  " Ryan was cheering up too, laughing at
his brother's first time ever DP, that he was aware of at least.  Who knew!
Technically, Ryan's as well, that much he did know.  Once they got past
their scrotum fight, bags battling for her affections, the boys loved
taking her together.  Sad that she hadn't showered since her father had
fucked her.  Nobody cared, she was sexy as hell and hard to resist.

   "Knock!...  uhhh, knock?"

   Brock Quinones had come inside the house after talking to Kramer and the
guys about Charlotte, inviting they and Charlie over tonight for the
firepit.  Having headed upstairs to talk to Kyle, now finding the boys
hitting Monica so roughly he stood just as Kyle had, hands on the frame. 
They hadn't even heard his words they were so into nailing Mistress Monica
with everything they had.  Her screams loud and proud made the still
shirtless Brock decide to move in closer from the side.  While it seemed
strange to see his boys choking her and pulling her hair, a behavior he
never gave much thought to, his boys always quiet and studious, Brock found
himself impressed.  It brought back memories.

   "I meant trim the house not trim Monica's bush." He had to laugh, both
boys looking over in their feverish takeover.  Monica giggled, panting at
being busted in this way.

   "Get in here Mister!" She laughed.

   "Yeah Pop!  Might as well make this a family tradition." Kyle busted up.

   "You sure?  Ry?" He asked Ryan knowing he would have to stand behind and
hover over him.

   "Do it!  MASTER SAYS OBEY BITCH!" Ryan choked Monica really hard making
her melt in his stern gaze.

   "Forever yours Master."

   "Fuck it!" Big Daddy shrugged off his reservations, "Let's screw this."
Brock Quinones stripped off climbing over Ryan, getting into position to
shove his cock into Monica's mouth.  Once achieved the younger trio of
aficionados destroyed Princess the way she had always preferred to be
taken. A reminder that her days of ruling over Principal Janson had to end.
Once graduation came, she would let Knave go.  This was the bliss she
needed.  Music to their ears, the Quinones Trio put the band back together.
Monica was the lead singer.  HAR MONICA!

   ********

   "No more will I play second fiddle."

   Charlotte Gift stood in her bedroom window looking over at Brock's home.
Now wearing her house coat, she had time to reflect.  Aaron finished with
his shower was getting dressed behind her.  "Fiddle?" He asked.

   "You heard me, Aaron.  From this moment forth if you can...  do as
you've done, so can I.  You have my blessing as hard as it is to accept. 
If you wish our marriage to survive...  never again tell me what I can and
cannot do."

   "Fair enough!" Fully dressed now he stepped behind her and folded his
arms about her waist.  "I never once stopped loving you, Charlotte.  I
just...  had to."

   "What's done is done.  I'm going to take a hot bath and clean up."

   "Still going for a drink tonight?"

   "No, I think I'll stay...  close to home.  Build a fire!"

   "Sounds cozy!"

   "I'm sure it will be."

   Stoked!



   Monica 58: MORAL SupPORT

   Palm before the storm!

   "Well, here goes."

   Ryan Quinones opened his dad's truck door and stepped out on to the
dusty gravel parking area belonging to April Riley's parent's.  Old school
living out here on the farm there were no concrete driveways even though
there was a huge three car garage.  Met by the Riley family dog Champ, a
black Labrador Retriever that had seen his better days behind him, Ryan
tried to make over the pooch.  Ryan's brother Kyle following him felt
strange being out here considering he had let April suck his dick one time
out at the Licker Store, home of adult toys and videos.  Their father Brock
all dressed up compared to the boys wanted to at least establish that he
was a good dad.  For the most part!  Even he was shameless when it came to
April, they nearly doing it when Ryan was drunk and passed out. 
Fortunately he had second thoughts and only let her fondle him until guilt
took over.  She was rather grateful he had, now that she knew she was
pregnant with his future grandbaby.

   "Get down Champ." April and her mother Carol stepped out on to the back
deck to greet the men, Carol yelling at the dog to behave.  Reluctant the
dog returned to the porch and simply howled at the visitors.  Brock in his
dirty moment mind chuckled over it sounding like Kramer and his buddies
barking at Charlotte Gift earlier in his yard.  Crazy morning, crazy
afternoon, definitely crazier evening once it got there.

   "You didn't get scared off." April smiled at Brock and Kyle, even though
both men stared at her opened cleavage, wearing a burgundy V-neck top that
dipped low into her 36C's.  She knew all three of the Quinones boys were
drooling, it made her flip her tongue at them before hugging Ryan.

   Ryan should be feeling guilt over having sex with Monica Gift six hours
prior, but for some reason he felt better.  Now it was just getting past
this family gathering.  He did feel love for April even if she wasn't the
most honest person in the world.  She was just worried who her baby's daddy
was after so much mischief.  Ruling out the one guy she did like besides
Ryan, she was now dead set on making this relationship work.  Ryan was
confirmed by the doctors as the daddy so that made her much more focused.
Telling her parents of her pregnancy was not going over so well. 
Traditional family, the Riley's believed in marriage before sex and all
that came with it.  So much for that!  April was a whore and smart enough
not to let her parents know.  Well, until now!

   "Hi I'm Brock." He extended a hand toward Carol Riley, who shockingly
seemed a bit flirty in her gaze if nothing else.  He had a moment of flirt
himself as he dared to look at Carol's own cleavage.  While not as
aggressive as her daughter, Carol did like a little intimate intrigue to
make herself feel good.  Her husband Jim was so no nonsense, she had spent
all of her years as a faithful wife and mother.  Now, with male callers
around she couldn't resist the chance to see a reaction.  Jim was still in
the field but due any minute so she took advantage of what she could. 
Okay, so Carol might not have been as traditional as her husband.

   "Good afternoon Brock...  Carol Riley.  It's nice to finally meet you."
She stared for a brief second at the charmer before her then apologized
with a sigh and glance to Kyle.  "You must be Ryan's brother."

   "Kyle.  Hey Carol!  Big farm!"

   "120 acres!  Come on inside." They already had, in Monica Gift!  "My
sister Greta made us some lemonade.  She runs the diner down on the main
road here in Anderson.  She closed early to meet you all, I hope you don't
mind.  Our family is very close knit."

   "Makes two of us." Brock winked at his boys, the three of them still
recovering from ganging up on Monica.  Life was certainly out there with
these boys.

   "Greta single?  Dad's looking." Kyle laughed and jumped out of reach of
any recoil.

   "Oh really?" Carol smirked, "That has possibilities.  She's been
divorced for five years.  Her daughter Hillary is here too.  She goes to
Florida State for cinematography."

   "Whoa!" Kyle put up his hands, "I go to Florida State.  Law
enforcement!"

   "It's such a small world, isn't it?" Carol seemed shocked as they headed
into the house.  Just inside stood Greta Morgan and her daughter Hillary.
Hillary was caught between petite and medium build but shapely as all get
out with strawberry blonde hair and hints of freckles.  Hardly overpowering
which to some men might prove a turn off.  Kyle had to pucker at the girl
who blushed.  Monster tits on a smaller body made her stand out.  Greta was
built too but being Carol's older sister, she was showing her age more. 
Still quite attractive but not as cute as Carol.  "Greta?  Hillary?  This
is Brock and Kyle.  Greta has met Ryan so, Hillary, Ryan."

   "Hey Hillary." The three spoke at once.  Brock shaking hands with Greta
she shot a glance at her sister Carol before hiding a fanning set of
fingers.  "Need me to blow on you?" Brock chuckled.  "Just kidding!"

   "I'm so sorry.  You weren't meant to see me be so forward."

   "So not offended." He chuckled.

   "Hillary?" Carol went for damage control, "Kyle here goes to Florida
State also.  Law enforcement."

   "That's cool.  I think maybe I've seen you on campus.  Do you ride a
motorcycle?"

   "Sure do.  Crotch rocket!" That made her beam.  Her crotch needed a
rocket.  Yes Hillary was just as needy as her cousin April.  "So you're in
the film making side of the school."

   "Yep!  Future cinematographer." Her hands in the back pockets of her
tight jeans, her chest was unobstructed and begging to be looked at. 
Sadly, even Ryan was looking now, April rolling her eyes and tilting his
chin to face her out of ironic jealousy.  A kiss ensued!  One that Hillary
grinned at, they made a cute couple.

   "Need an actor for any homework?" Kyle chuckled.  Greta eying her
daughter with a wince noting an immediate chemistry.

   "Maybe!  I do have a home movie to make by next week.  I'm just not sure
what I want the movie to be yet." PORNO!  All three Quinones boys thought
as one.  Brock especially loved his private collection.

   "I'll give you my number.  Call me Monday and we can work out some kind
of script together."

   "You would do that for me?"

   "Sure!  I don't do much after classes outside of self defense Thursdays
at the gym."

   "My how well they get along." Carol told Greta and Brock.  "Matchmaking,
are we?" At least Carol was trying, she was more openminded that her
husband.  Of course, she didn't let Jim see that often.  "Would you like
some lemonade Brock?"

   "Sounds great!"

   "Greta?  Let's kidnap Brock and let the kid's chat.  We can get
acquainted before Jim comes in and makes the room stuffy.  Brock?  I'll
have to warn you." She led him into the kitchen, Greta behind him fanning
herself again.  Brock had a nice, rugged charm to his persona.  "Jim can be
outspoken and sometimes rude.  Please try and understand our point of view
concerning April and Ryan.  We're rather old-fashioned.  Jim comes from a
Mennonite community, but he got out in his early 20's.  We lead a normal
life, but his head is, shall we say clouded at times."

   "I'll keep my opinions to myself.  While I have to say this pregnancy,
thing was a shock for me too, I do genuinely like April.  If she can make
my boy happy, vice versa, who are we to deny love."

   "Precisely!  Jim is just afraid Ryan will leave April hanging.  She's
had a rough, few experiences with boys it appears.  Not even Jim knows what
I do, girl talk recently.  I'm aware of April's doubts and uncertainty as
to who the father was up until this week.  Ryan seems like a lovely young
man.  I myself will give them a chance to grow, containing my husband
however will take time."

   "So, Brock?" Greta opened up, "You're not married?"

   "Was!  Well, is...  she died when the boys were young.  It's just been
us guys since Maggie passed.  Still technically married I just don't wear
the ring anymore.  I put it in with her ashes.  Yeah, still have those at
home over the fireplace.  I hope that's not too morbid."

   "Of course not!  It's charming that you keep her close." Greta smiled.

   "I agree.  Our father passed two years ago, and Greta here has his ashes
at home too.  Mom died when we were young as well, so we can relate to
being raised by a single father.  Your boys look very respectful, it just
proves how good of a father you are."

   "Thanks!  I rarely hear that.  Yeah, they are good boys."

   "Champ's barking again.  Jim must be home.  Greta?  Keep Brock here
company while I step out and make sure Jim doesn't make any scene.  Bear
with us Brock, it will be fine." She pats him on the arm in passing but
dares to hold her breath after touching his biceps.  It had been a while
since ever touching another man.  Now she was fanning herself in stepping
out.

   In the living room, Carol found April and Ryan on the couch making out.
Kyle and Hillary were chatting on the loveseat but even they had a sexual
tension building.  Carol had to clap her hands loudly.  "Behave all!  Let's
not make this harder than it has to be.  Girls?  No hip to hip please.  At
least until Jim goes to clean up." April left Ryan's lap and moved to the
cushion leaving a three-foot gap between them.  Hillary pouted and moved to
a recliner entirely.  The boys sat up straight and awaited the man of the
house.

   Stepping outside Carol ventured to meet Jim halfway.  After being in a
combine for hours he looked tired and grouchy, covered in dust he was not a
pretty sight.  "You're late.  The Quinones family is already here.  I
warned them you were just coming in from work."

   "My house, I could care less what they think of me.  You know this won't
last Wife."

   "Give April a chance.  Accidents do happen."

   "Not in our family.  What that boy did to our daughter was wrong."

   "Honey?  She let him.  Nothing was forced.  I've had time to talk to
April.  She truly likes this boy so give him a chance."

   "He delivers pizzas for a living.  There is no future in that to be
caring for a baby.  They won't even be able to rent or buy a home.  I will
not have an unwedded couple living under our roof and raising our... 
grandchild."

   "We have eight months to help them sort things out.  Brock...  Ryan's
father seems nice.  Just look at his truck over there he must make good
money to afford a $50,000 vehicle, plus put his oldest son through college.
I say we let Ryan go to college and get his degree in business and give
them all of the support we can."

   "Which means we fund their life.  I fund their life." Sole breadwinner,
he liked to bring that up.  It always produced a frown.  She paid the
bills, raised April, cleaned the house, ran errands, fed Champ, everything
but the field work.  Full time job in her mind.

   "No, we co-fund their life." He hesitates at hearing the screen door. 
Taking bold steps Brock Quinones walked out to join them.  Jim grit his
teeth and stood tall at 6'3, 240 with a lengthy beard showing his Mennonite
roots.  Truthfully, he appeared more Amish.  "You must be the boy's
father." He greeted Brock actually offering him a handshake.  Met halfway
with a smile Brock took the offer and they both tightened their knuckles
for a solid grip.  Carol could hear the hands squeeze and flared her eyes.
Strength was meeting strength.

   "Brock Quinones.  It's a pleasure.  I couldn't stand by in the kitchen
when I know the tension is thick.  Jim?  Let me be first to say, I'm as
worried as you are.  My son is a good kid but he's young.  I have no doubt
he'll mature quickly and make this work."

   "I would wish for nothing more."

   "Oh, I'm certain that's not true.  He needs a real job to raise a
family." Jim found that part relatable at least.

   "Wife and I were just discussing this."

   "I'll help on my end if you do.  Until they get established."

   "What is it you do Mister Quinones?"

   "Construction.  I build houses.  Crew chief!  I do it all.  Electrician
even."

   "A noble occupation.  Perhaps your son could follow in your footsteps."

   "It's an option I'll talk to him about.  I've always taught my boys to
swing for the fences and decide their own careers.  Ryan wants to own his
own business.  I'll back him where I can."

   "So will we Brock." Carol took it upon herself not to let Jim do all of
the decision making.

   "Agreed!" Jim softened up.  "Forgive my appearance, I work long hours."

   "No problem.  I come home wearing sawdust and sweat rings almost every
day."

   "Go shower you smell." Carol pinched her knows playfully, then patted
her husband on the back.  "I will entertain." Nodding, Jim took off in a
lumbering stroll, leaving his wife to deal with things.  Once out of
hearing range Brock crossed his arms and stood beside Carol.

   "I bet you're very entertaining." She smiled at him briefly, almost
sheepishly in her beguile.

   "In my younger days." She giggled.  "Memories are resurfacing." She
wiggled her brows at him.  "Did Greta scare you off?"

   "Before or after she asked me how big I was?"

   "My sister did not ask you...  " She flirted with her eyes, "...  what
did you say?"

   "Ehhh?  Eight on a good day." He was making it up that Greta had been
that forward with him.  In Carol's case though, she knew her sister's
capabilities.  It would not have completely shocked her.

   "That's a shame.  Jim is ten."

   "And there goes entertaining my fantasies."

   "You behave."

   She was so not going to tell Jim.

   Nor was Brock going to behave.

   ********

   The home of Aaron and Charlotte Gift, Monica's hang out too...  forty
minutes earlier.

   "That was so much fun.  I don't know what came over Ryan...  that would
be me." She snickered in walking across the yard to her front door hoping
it was unlocked.  "He's in love with April and still wants me.  Not
complaining but it felt suddenly wrong to be doing it, the fact she's
carrying his baby.  Even more crazy was Kyle finally playing with me. 
What's gotten into the Quinones family?  Brock jumping in at the last
second was even hotter.  I had all three of them at once.  Go me!" A smile
turns South, "Sorry April." Not really!  Shit happens!

   With the door locked Monica resorted to ringing the doorbell and stood
teetering in step not seeing anyone moving around.  "Did mom and dad go out
for lunch and talk things out?  Shit!  I didn't bother to look at my
bedroom window, I hope mom didn't lock me out on purpose." She headed back
down the steps and toward the side of the house.  The mailman drove up to
the box out front and tooted his horn at her.  Waving brightly, she made
certain he saw every inch of her naked sticky body in a 360 spin.  "Lick
that stamp Baby." She loved showing off.  Everybody loved the little whore.

   Moving on to her window she found it closed but unlocked thankfully. 
With effort lifting it up, she had to jump three times to form enough
momentum to pull herself in.  "Dang it!  I hope I don't get all bruised
before tonight.  I want to look good for the frat guys.  It's going to get
hectic being there for daddy's clients and still finding time to hook up
with Dalton and his friends.  I'm going to be exhausted mentally by
tomorrow.  Good thing it's Sunday so I can sleep all day."

   Back inside her bedroom she puts the window back down then decides to
take a look around the house for signs of life.  Living room empty, the
kitchen vacant, however the clothes dryer did buzz so Monica took the load
out and folded it like a good daughter.  First time in weeks but she felt
obligated to try and make things right.  As if that were even possible.

   "Did I hear the doorbell?"

   "Hey, you guys are home." Monica jumped at hearing her mother's voice,
"Why didn't you...  right...  towel, wet hair.  You took a bath.  It's
okay, I crawled back through my window.  Folded the clothes."

   "Thank you!"

   "Mom?"

   "Yes?"

   "I'm sorry..."

   "You are not even remotely sorry, so stop right there young lady.  I
will never trust you again.  Love you absolutely, but what you and your
father did was...  heartbreaking."

   "I know it was.  Where is daddy?"

   "He went for a drive to clear his head.  He's meeting clients tonight at
the North Pole.  I presume you will be out with friends on a Saturday
night?" Fingers crossed!

   "Yeah!  I had plans...  unless you're grounding me."

   "Those days are over Monica.  Do whatever you please.  You're an adult,
obviously making decisions."

   "What are you going to do tonight all by yourself?"

   "Does it matter?  You do your thing, your father will do his, I will do
mine.  This whole thing has opened my eyes Monica.  Nothing around here
will ever be as it was."

   "I get it mom!  Dad will still...  want to play with me."

   "That is between you two.  I'm not going to be the bitch here."

   "Are you and daddy...  separating?"

   "Stuck with me I'm afraid.  I love your father more than life.  I love
you more than life.  He will have to be the one to initiate any divorce."

   "I'm glad.  I'd feel horrible if I was the one who...  God mom!" Monica
teared up.

   "Enough of that.  I'm not going to break down over this.  Your weeping,
will get me going and I will be the tougher one here.  Like I said, if
Aaron wants you in our bed, so be it.  I will NOT sleep on the couch in my
own home.  Just know this...  I will not be playing with you even if Aaron
insists, I do.  That would...  devastate me." Monica gnashed her teeth at
her mom, the expression was enough to make Charlotte roll her eyes.  "Too
late isn't it?  He made you take advantage of me while I was drunk.  I...
oh God!  His clients last night...  did they...?"

   "I don't know what they did to you after daddy took me to the bedroom.
They were still here for at least thirty minutes after."

   "I knew I should have left those nanny cam's on."

   "Nanny Cams?  You had nanny cams?"

   "Yes!  My intuition led me to set up two in the house after that phone
call when I was in Tallahassee.  When we were all on speaker.  You two were
having sex that day weren't you?"

   "Yes!" Monica's lips trembled.  Tears were falling heavily.

   "I knew it in my heart.  That's why I let my friend talk me into those
nanny cams.  The thing is neither of you acted abnormal the two days I used
them, so I just put them away and presumed I was making more out of it than
there was.  How utterly stupid I was."

   "You're not stupid mom.  We are."

   "Oh, we're all guilty of that.  I want to know everything Monica.  No
more lies.  I've supported you all of your life, been there whenever you
needed me.  I think you owe me that much.  Your father says only three
times.  Is that a fact or is he lying?"

   "No, that's it.  I mean he's touched and kissed me like here in the
kitchen but sex...  only three times.  I've had phone sex and skyped with
Uncle Gary before." Charlotte turned pale at her daughter's admission of
further incest.  "He wants me too.  We just haven't yet."

   "What have I done to deserve this, Monica?  Are you really that...?"

   "Easy?  Pretty much!  I'm a nympho mom.  You wanted the truth and I
don't want to hide anymore.  The things I've done are...  a lot."

   "Living room." Charlotte pointed, "Leave the basket of clothes.  We're
sitting down and talking."

   "I have to get a shower before meeting my friends."

   "For sex?"

   "Probably...  most likely...  I hope so." She did sit with Charlotte on
the sofa.

   "Are you at least using protection?"

   "Birth control.  I hate condoms."

   "You are going to catch something."

   "Not yet.  I know, I know!  I can't resist cum in me mom.  Guys love
shooting me."

   "I'm almost afraid to ask this but..."

   "Triple digits." Monica beat her mother to the question.

   "Oh dear God!  I've only been with two men ever.  Your father and my
first boyfriend back in high school."

   "Fifteen."

   "What?"

   "I lost my virginity at fifteen.  I've had sex with my teachers.  At an
adult bookstore even."

   "That's illegal Monica."

   "I fuck cops too.  Four so far."

   "OH MY GOD!"

   "Downtown in the middle of main street, cars stopped watching us."
Charlotte dropped her jaw at just how insane her baby was.  "Country bar...
you remember when I was gone for a few days?  I camped out at a hotel
because I had Hicky's all over me.  I was afraid you would see them.  I've
streaked in school.  Been Principal Janson's slave for a day.  Slave SLAVE!
I didn't pull weeds or wash his car after the charity.  He fucked me in his
front yard then a farmer came over from the field and they both fucked me."

   "Jesus Christ!  Do we all need therapy?"

   "Wouldn't work.  I like sex too much.  I'd seduce the therapist."

   "What else?"

   "Car lot!  Bedroom store.  Movie theater!  Bar!"

   "BAR?  You're not old enough to drink."

   "Who was drinking unless you count cum.  I got gangbanged at a bar."

   "Where was this?"

   "I can't tell you.  I won't stir up trouble."

   "I've heard enough." Charlotte's brain was reeling.  "Has your father...
cheated on me with any other women?"

   "Only one that I know of.  My friend Lisa.  I fucked her husband in the
same bed as her and Dad."

   "Please tell me it wasn't our bed." Teeth gnashed Monica shrugged one
shoulder with hesitance.  "We are buying a new bed."

   "Just flip it over." Monica stood up and stretched vividly, "You wanted
honesty.  I'm sorry if you hate me."

   "I will never hate you, Monica.  You've simply made me wiser is all. 
Like I told your father, if he can play, I can."

   "It's fun, you should."

   "I just might!" Charlotte stood up and removed her towel then rolled it
as if ready to whip Monica's ass.  Eyes bulging Monica laughed and bolted
for her room just in time to miss a crack of the lash.

   "Meanie!" Door closed and locked!  Whew!  With everything off her chest
Monica smiled.  "That went better than expected."

   "I LOVE YOU!"

   "Love you too Mom."

   Charlotte needed wine.  Lots and lots of wine.

   ********

   April Riley's farm...

   While lunch was being prepared Ryan and Kyle went for a walk around the
farm with April and Hillary.  This left Brock to stand in the kitchen
watching the sister's make pasta.  "Need help?  I can boil some mean
water."

   "I think we can handle it." Carol grinned sheepishly, "I will say this
though, at least you offer.  Jim never steps foot in here to help."

   "Neither did my Bill.  He would come home and plop down with a beer and
watch sitcoms." Greta added her own memories.  "What was your wife like
Brock?"

   "Steadfast!  Hard working!  Great with the boys.  She was an accountant
from home so she could raise the kids until school took over.  She went
back to work then one day just fell over.  Cancer and we never knew."

   "That's horrible.  You've never considered remarrying?"

   "Let's not get too nosey Greta."

   "Not really!  I kind of like the bachelor life.  I can do what and dare
I say who I want without commitment.  I hope that doesn't offend either of
you."

   "Not at all." Greta winked, "Carol here may be the faithful one, but I
have nobody special at home.  Ask me out, I'll say yes."

   "Greta Jean!  Stop throwing yourself at the man.  He did not come... 
here to find a date.  "Carol however turned away from Greta and also winked
at him.  Interesting bunch!

   "I'm open!"

   "To?" Greta leaned an elbow on the kitchen island and planted her chin
on her knuckles.

   "Don't you answer that." Carol pointed at Brock.  Greta frowning at her
sister mouthed the words, "Spoil sport!" toward Brock.  He wasn't really
interested in Greta so much as Carol, but player be a player.  It figures
she would be the married one though.  Still, with the vibes he was picking
up, he wondered if maybe April's mother was more in tune with her daughter
than she tried to let on.  "Stir that sauce before it burns."

   "I wonder what the kids are doing?" Brock opted to turn and walk through
the house and take a look outdoors.  Once he was out of earshot the
sister's giggled between themselves over how handsome Brock was.  They at
least had a free spirit attitude.  Greta knew her sister was only trying to
keep peace, but in the end they both knew something was missing in their
lives.  Their mentality of trust had always been, "I won't tell, if you
don't."

   "You're married, let me have him." Greta whispered.

   "I'm just...  flirting."

   "So am I but I need laid doggonit!"

   "As if I don't?  Do you have any idea how long it's been since Jim and
I...  almost a year."

   "Why haven't you said anything?  You know I'd have listened."

   "I know this, Greta.  I love Jim but...  may I propose something to
you?"

   "This is going to be juicy isn't it?" Eyes widen with anticipation.

   "I think Brock is...  interested in me.  Why don't we...  share him
quietly."

   "Behind Jim's back?  Sister!  You've never been...  you find him
appealing like I do.  Are you certain you want to?  If Jim ever found
out... you might be my roommate."

   "Oh no!  I'd own half of this farm.  I'm just...  curious as to what
might happen if I flirted...  harder."

   "I'll finish the pasta...  go keep him company before Jim comes down."

   "So, we're agreed to share?"

   "If Mister Quinones wants that."

   "Let's find out." Carol wiggled her brows then removed her apron setting
it aside on the counter.  Walking from the kitchen she found Brock on the
front porch making over Champ the family canine.  "Any sign of the kids?"

   "Barn over there!  Willing to bet Kyle is all over Hillary."

   "As long as he doesn't create a pleasant accident like April and Ryan.
She's an adult.  Greta is less judgmental than Jim.  If Hillary did get
knocked up she would be thrilled.  Jim, still processing it all."

   "And you?"

   "We only had April.  I wanted more but Jim said no.  Anyways, I live
with the fact."

   "Can I say something?  If I'm out of line just tell me."

   "You may!"

   "You don't look happy.  Not over April either."

   "Between us?"

   "I'm hoping that might be possible." He chuckled.

   "Oh!  Was I that obvious?"

   "That you wanted me to kiss you?" Carol stared at him then fanned
herself as he stood tall over her.  Carol was only 5'4, Brock 5'9!  She
nibbled her lower lip then looked into the house through the screen door
for safety.  Brock took that hint and picked her up with ease and moved
them out of the screen doors line of sight.  The second he set her feet
down he kissed her.  Carol Riley melted to his embrace.  Only two minutes'
worth of attention she paused him by patting his chest.

   "That was unexpected."

   "Unwanted?"

   "No.  I just need to watch what I do."

   "My home is open if you want to drop by sometime."

   "Are you...?"

   "Trying to get into those pants?  Wouldn't fit me but hey.  Sure!"

   "Greta wants you too.  Package deal?" She grinned sheepishly.

   "I'd say between the two of you there has to be a believable excuse to
get away from Jim.  Bingo night?" He laughed.

   "Anderson does have a bingo night at the VFW.  Is this...  just...  a
onetime thing?"

   "A looker like you, I'd consider a couple hundred times."

   "Well now, this has certainly exceeded a family matter.  I'll consider
it."

   "Anyone ever tell you that you look like Bo Derek back in the day but
with dark hair?"

   "Anyone ever tell you that you look like a scruffy younger Alec
Baldwin?"

   "I might just call you Bolero."

   "I might just...  call you."

   "You better."

   "I'd better check on lunch."

   "I'll join you." He patted her bottom as she turned away.  Her smile was
contagious.  In going back into the kitchen Carol grinned at her sister and
shared a concealed thumbs up.  Brock following her rounded the island and
came up behind Greta and put his arms about her waist.  Chin on her
shoulder he whispered the unexpected, "Threesome?"

   "You Sir...  are on."

   "Let's start with lunch.  I'm starving." He tilted her chin and kissed
her while Carol stood watch.  A house this old there was no way Big Jim
could sneak up on them, creaky floors and all.  Moving between the sister's
Brock kissed them both three times each before backing away.  "I'll behave
now."

   The sisters were giggling up a storm.

   Brock just took his seat in the living room awaiting Big Jim.  Made
sense!

   ********

   Barnstorming...

   "I've never been on a motorcycle before." Hillary Morgan hinted, toying
with her strawberry blonde curls.

   "Are you in town all weekend?"

   "All week actually.  I kind of...  got suspended."

   "No way!" Kyle Quinones chuckled, "What did you do?"

   "Recall my video project I mentioned earlier?  I kind of started it two
weeks ago."

   "And?"

   "Promise not to think badly of me?"

   "I've probably done worse.  Let's hear it."

   "I made a porno with...  my teacher.  He got out of it because the Dean
is related to him.  I was scolded but only given a week expulsion.  Please
do not spread that around and make matters worse."

   "To the grave Hill.  Booty Hill!" He laughed.  "I was going to tease you
and suggest we do a porn.  I had no idea you had a head start."

   "I give awesome head." She giggled blushing over her admission.

   "So do I." April cut in winking at Kyle.  Ryan winced at his brother
then at April.

   "Am I missing something?"

   "Fuck it!  Awhile back Monica and I rode over to the Licker Store.  We
ran into April here and..."

   "I sucked off your brother." April pouted.  "No more lies Baby."

   "Oh!  Well, now Kyle I'm cool with, but you both should have told me."

   "Oh my God, April." Hillary bulged her eyes, "Really?"

   "I didn't fuck him.  Monica and that Lovebird chick talked me into it.
You can't be mad at me Ryan, you made your friends screw me at the hotel."

   "WHAT?" Hillary busted up laughing.  "Bitch!  Why didn't you tell me?"

   "Do I have to confess everything?"

   "YES!" All three pointed at her.

   "I deserve that.  I swear Ryan...  no more lies ever."

   "Your loss if you ruin this.  Oh, I fucked Monica earlier.  Since we're
leveling."

   "WHAT?" Hillary chimed in again.  "Who's Monica?"

   "Our neighbor.  I fucked her before we drove out here too." Kyle
laughed. "Still want to suck my dick?  I did shower."

   "Side by side?" April nudged her cousin.

   "So crazy!  Yes!" The girls moved the brothers to stand hip to hip. 
Dropping into a crouch so as not to get their knees dirty, the cousin's set
out unzipping the boys' jeans and digging for gold.  Hillary was stunned by
Kyle's eight.  Fondling him with a look of amazement she waited on April
who stroked Ryan to make him harder.  Nerves in the moment it took a
minute. Unwilling to wait any longer both girls opened wide and recited
variations of AWK!  AWK!  AWK!  The brother's fist bumped one another above
them, the girls fist bumped each other on the down low.  Whores would be
whores.

   "Up to making a porn with Booty Hill here Little Brother?"

   "As long as April's in it."

   "We sharing these bitches?"

   "Dude!  She's having your nephew or niece."

   "Not for eight months."

   April hearing Kyle relate that he would fuck her even pregnant deep
throated Ryan with an eager intensity.  She could tell Ryan was thinking
about it.

   "We bringing Monica into this?"

   "Why not!  Orgy video."

   Hillary paused mid thrust that peeled her lips away from Kyle's crown
but maintained massaging both his dick and scrotum, "Orgy would mean more
guys and girls.  I bet I could talk my dorm mates into it."

   "I got buddies too." Kyle nodded, "Are you stuck at home tonight?"

   "No why?"

   "I'm meeting my buds from school at North Pole.  If you don't mind a
strip club you can ride over with me on my bike.  I'll bring you home in
the morning."

   "Or keep her in your bed all day." Ryan chuckled.

   "There is that option.  Your mom let you?"

   "Pffft!" Hillary rolled her eyes, "Did you see my mom flirt with your
dad?  Come on!  I'm my own person.  She doesn't even know I got expelled. I
just told her I wanted to meet April's baby daddy and was taking a week off
from school."

   "Then it's settled.  I'm fucking you all day tomorrow."

   "You're on!"

   "I want to stay the weekend too." April pouted.  "Daddy won't let me so
soon after the news though."

   "I could stay out here if he'd allow it."

   "I'll ask mom.  Now can we shut up and just get these guys off?"

   "Hit it Bitches!" Kyle laughed and grabbed Hillary by the back of her
head and face fucked the snot out of her.  Ryan worried over pushing April
she stopped and looked up at him with sadness.

   "Don't you dare."

   "What?"

   "Go easy on me because I'm pregnant.  I'm not going to miscarry over a
blowjob." She took Ryan's hands and brought them to her own skull.  He did
the rest.  Power to the pupil.  Live and learn!  The boys nutted hard. 
Lunch bell clanging, the triangle was getting loud!  The girls went to
lunch wet.

   Both feasts were eventful.  Jim remained grumpy all through lunch and an
hour thereafter, but he did seem to like Brock and the boys.  A joint
compromise concerning their children, a support base was ironed out.  The
kids were very happy.  Carol and Greta did discuss Bingo tomorrow night at
the VFW in front of Jim.  He didn't seem to care.  April was allowed to
stay at Ryan's.  No visit to the North Pole for them however!

   Jim would be in the fields even on the Lord's Day.  The old ways were
over.  TV dinner in the freezer he would fend for himself.  He had Champ to
keep him company.
   AMEN a night!