She leaned toward me and whispered, “Almost closed the deal. He’s a little slow, but he’s coming around. I think with a few more beers in him and with a little more work on my part, we can get over that first big step.”
“I’m working on the ‘Sisters Issue’,” I told her.
“That’s good. If we could just get them to play nice, it would make everything around here a lot better. I mean it’s already a lot better, but Robin, well you know.”
After the previous day’s shared experience, we both knew. Young Robin was wound tighter than a clock spring.
“I know. That’s what I’m working on. They’re playing house together, but Robin only gets to play half the game. Karen’s on the brink of letting her sister have a full share.”
“Tell me later,” she murmured, with a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned her wicked intentions back to the nascent couple we were trying to bring together.
After dinner, I made an effort to help put things away, but I was told, in no uncertain terms, that my first priority was to get myself cleaned up. The other gentlemen present were given similar edicts, and when Eric made as if he was going to head out, he was encouraged to just take a quick shower here, since we had 4 and a half bathrooms anyway, and I’d loan him a clean t-shirt and shorts. He didn’t put up much resistance, and was sent off to use the big bathroom upstairs.
While we settled who was going to get cleaned up, and where, Karen and Cathy ushered the kids into bed. They were beat, after the day’s events, and even having visitors over wasn’t enough to keep them from dreamland.
Beth showed up at the beginning of my shower, giggling. I watched her strip and climb into the shower with me. “This could be interesting.” She informed me. “Whatever you’re doing must be working. I saw Jim and Robin head off to shower together.”
“And Karen isn’t monitoring the situation?”
“Nope. She and Cathy are dealing with the little ones, and helping Debbie clean up. Amie’s using my room upstairs to shower. Come to think of it, that may be the first time that shower’s ever been used.” She passed me the soap, and I helped lather her up, then she returned the favor. “So, what’s the scoop?”
“Karen’s letting Robin play around, but she’s not allowed to screw Jim.”
“That sucks. And?”
“And she asked me to help them take the next step.” It was nice to rinse the soap off of her smooth young body.
“Help them? How? Don’t tell me they don’t know how to screw,” she sounded a little irritated, and her lathering of my ‘boys’ was a little rougher than I’d prefer.
“She just wants me there, sort of the directing force behind going all the way. When we’re together, she always gives in to me, and she thinks that it’d be easier for her that way. I think she’s nuts.”
“Don’t you dare fuck Robin,” Beth said.
“I don’t plan on it.”
“I know about you and your plans. I don’t care what she or Karen wants. Don’t do it. If you ever go down that path, it’ll be with me there, right?”
I wondered if that was a hint at the previous day’s escapade, and a possible future replay. “Absolutely.” I pulled her close and let my hands wander freely. “It’s not like I really want to anyway. Not with you here.”
“Don’t start, Jack. Everyone’s out there waiting for us.”
My hand had reached between her legs, and I was rubbing her. “Let ’em wait a bit.”
“Damn, can’t you wait a little while?”
“I was hoping you’d take care of things, sort of take the edge off before I head up with Karen and Robin. Last thing I need is to be all worked up in a room with those two.”
“Jesus, you are so bad.”
“And you’re so good, beautiful girl.” She leaned back into me, as my fingers plumbed her depths.
“At least let’s finish up in here, before we use up all the hot water.”
With an 80 gallon tank upstairs, and the Master Bedroom using its own tankless heater, that wasn’t a likely danger, but I went along rather than argue the point. Who wants to argue with a beautiful naked teenager anyway?
We dried off together, and I waited in the bedroom while she dried and brushed her hair. She was in such a hurry, but still had 10 minutes to spend on her hair. Eventually she made it to the bedroom, where I was waiting patiently, just as naked as her.
She walked over and sat beside me, reaching over and caressing my cock which had wilted while waiting.
“Looks like there’s no edge left to take off,” she teased.
I reached over and pulled her down to the bed, kissing her, and once more letting my hands wander where they would. Her hand didn’t do much wandering, staying focused between my legs.
As I firmed up, I moved between her legs, opening her up and positioned myself to enter her. She reached down and lined me up. With her guidance, I slid inside, ecstatic to be where I was. I kissed her deeply, and thrust home, filling her.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you screw me, with an entire house full of guests just beyond that door.”
“Just don’t scream too much,” I teased.
“You wish, buster. You’d love that, having me screaming out so everyone would know just what you’re up to.”
“And right now, I’m up to about 8 inches deep in the sexiest girl I know.”
“Liar. Debbie’s still out there,” she reminded me.
“You are just as sexy as her,” I insisted, thrusting into her hard, reaffirming my feelings.
“I wish,” she said softly.