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I submitted this for the Easter contest last month.  Several people pointed out that it needed proofreading to correct several minor errors. I have made those corrections.

What will it take to get Rui to substitute this version for the one at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rui_Favorites/www/Easter/
 

{ASSM} Easter Dinner (Revised){Sigerson H.} (MF cons)

WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. 
If you do not wish to read this type of literature, 
or you are under age, delete this file immediately.

Easter Dinner
Copyright April 2001

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

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MF-cons-inc

Easter Dinner

My girlfriend, Barb, and I had been going together 
for a year and were getting pretty serious about 
living together and were even discussing marriage. 
We still had separate apartments in Minneapolis but 
usually spent the weekend at her place. That's 
where we were when the phone call came.

We had just finished an exhausting session of 
sheet-rumpling sex on a quiet Sunday morning in her 
apartment. I was nuzzling Barb's perfectly shaped 
tits when the damn telephone rang. I continued to 
nibble on a puckered nipple as she answered the 
phone with a sultry "Hello."

She sat up and pushed my head away from her 
delicious mounds as she continued "Hi, Daddy!"

I took the hint that my sexual attentions were not 
desired when she spoke to her parents. I settled 
back down on the bed to snooze while she talked 
with her parents.

"Uh- huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. O.K."

Barb put her hand on my chest and twisted my chest 
hair in her fingers.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. We'll be there. See 
you next week, Daddy. 'Bye."

Alarms started going off in my head. "Who are we 
going to see?" I asked cautiously.

"We're going to my parents for Easter dinner," Barb 
responded as she laid her head on my chest and 
moved her hand down to my groin. My cock responded 
to the gentle touch of her fingers.

"Your parents?" I croaked. We had just been talking 
about marriage last night. I wasn't ready to meet 
anybody's parents. I glanced at the door and the 
window as I fought the rising panic. I imagined her 
father bursting into the room to avenge his 
daughter's despoliation at the hands of a smarmy 
Don Juan.

Barb grasped my cock and bent down to kiss the head 
of my half erect member. Visions of avenging 
fathers fought with anticipations of blowjobs. My 
cock didn't know whether to get hard or not.

Barb continued to talk between kisses. "Yeah." 
Kiss. "They invited us for Easter dinner." Kiss. 
Kiss. "Work is slow for both of us," Kiss. "so I 
accepted." Kiss. "We can drive down on Thursday." 
Kiss. "and stay with them over the weekend." Kiss. 
Kiss. "It'll be fun." She took the head of my erect 
cock into her mouth. My cock made up my mind for 
me.

Avenging fathers 0, Blow jobs 1.

I laid back to accepted defeat gracefully.

.

We didn't get out of town until late afternoon on 
Thursday. We wouldn't get to Bismarck until close 
to midnight. Everything was going wrong with this 
trip. Doom stalked us as we drove west on I94.

"It's only 450 miles!" Barb had said. "We can be 
there in less than eight hours."

For those of you who have never done it, driving 
across the Minnesota prairie in April is boring. It 
isn't beautiful. It isn't magnificent. It's just 
plain boring. I had been born and raised in 
Minneapolis. I had been outside the city only a 
handful of times and liked things that way. This 
driving to Bismarck, North Dakota was just plain 
nuts.

So here we are just passing some signs that point 
the way to Alexandria. The prairie is flat, brown, 
and lifeless. The scattered drifts of half melted 
snow did not add to the beauty of the flat terrain. 
There are only a few cars on the road in the other 
lane of the freeway and an occasional semi climbing 
up my tail pipe to pass me.

I'd run out of things to talk about after only two 
hours of driving. We had another six hours together 
in a god-damn car. Barb was asleep. I tried to find 
something on the radio that wasn't country music, 
religious, or farm reports. I would never 
understand how could anybody live out here.

Barb snored so loudly she woke herself up. "Where 
are we?" she asked.

"Coming up on someplace called Alexandria."

"When you get to first exit for Alex, pull off for 
gas. I need to go."

Between waiting for Truck drivers and farmers to 
chat about the fricking weather it took us twenty 
minutes to get back on the road. Barb didn't even 
bother getting in the front seat with me. She 
crawled into the back and began moving our luggage 
around the back of my Jeep.

After about fifteen minutes Barb climbed over the 
seat and buckled herself in again.

"There's a rest area just before Fergus Falls." she 
said, "Pull off there and park at the far end of 
the lot."

"Why?" I asked a bit more sharply than I intended.

"So we can climb in the back and screw each other 
on the bed I just made," she said with a wicked 
smile.

I angled the rearview mirror so that I could see 
the back of my vehicle. Barb had folded down the 
back seat and made a bed for us. "How far to 
Frostbite Falls?" I asked smiling back at Barb.  I 
was getting a hard-on just thinking about the sex 
that awaited me.

"It's Fergus Falls not Frostbite Falls," she 
responded. "It's about thirty miles ahead. We 
should be there just around dark. Make sure you 
park away from all the lights and I will personally 
make sure that you get your rocks off in a 
thoroughly enjoyable way. I've already started 
undressing for you."

Barb unbuttoned her shirt and flashed her bare tits 
at me. Then she unzipped her jeans and showed me 
that she had removed her panties also. She quickly 
rearranged her clothing as another semi passed us.

I promptly increased our speed by another five 
miles per hour.

.

One end of the parking lot was dark when we pulled 
in. There were only a half dozen cars and semis in 
the lot when I parked in the shadows between two of 
the lamp posts.

"It's cold outside so leave the engine running and 
come on back." Barb climbed over the seat and 
removed her shirt. She winked at me seductively 
before throwing the shirt at me and lying down. She 
raised her legs in the air as she wriggled out of 
her jeans. She threw them at me and spread her legs 
obscenely exposing her clean shaven pussy lips to 
my hungry eyes.

I scrambled over the seat to lie next to Barb on 
the homemade 'bed' she had made out of a couple 
sleeping bags and pillows. I had wondered why she 
wanted to throw them in the back when we were 
packing for the trip. It didn't look like such a 
bad idea now.

Barb raised herself on one elbow. "Let me help you 
get comfy," she said as she unbuttoned my shirt. 
She continued undressing me until I was as naked as 
she was. I was horny as hell and ready to fuck 
right then and there. I tried to roll Barb onto her 
back but she stopped me.

"Hold it Sam. I want to be on top." Barb positioned 
her crotch over my mouth and began to suck my cock. 
I fucked her pussy with my tongue as well as I 
could. It was difficult to keep my mind on 
pleasuring her while my cock was buried in her 
throat. God that woman does know how to suck cock.

Abruptly she pulled her crotch out of reach of my 
tongue and stopped sucking me. She positioned her 
crotch right over my cock. She didn't need any 
additional lubrication as she sank her pussy onto 
my erection. I fought the urge to come immediately.

I heard a thump as she sat back on her heels 
followed by a loud "Shit!"

"Are you all right?"

"I bumped my head on the roof. I thought there was 
more room in these things."

Barb leaned over to dangle her boobs over my chest 
as she humped herself on my cock. I groaned with 
delight.

It didn't take long before I was filling her wet 
pussy with cum. She sat up as she reached down to 
her crotch to rub her clit and bring herself to 
orgasm. She bumped her head on the roof again 
eliciting another annoyed "Shit!"

I could feel her fingers working on her clit as my 
cock shrank back to normal size. It only took her a 
couple of minutes to orgasm.

She collapsed onto my chest.

I pulled one of the sleeping bags over us and we 
fell asleep while we cuddled.

A sharp rap on the window brought me awake.

I looked toward the windshield and was blinded by 
the spotlight that lit the interior of my car. When 
I managed to get the side window open I saw what I 
dreaded. A state patrol car was parked beside my 
Jeep.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself. "Can I help you 
officer?"

The patrolman redirected his flashlight to my face. 
It was like looking directly at the sun. I tried to 
shield my eyes with my hand.

"You've been here for almost an hour, sir. Is 
everything all right?

"Yes, officer. I was getting tired so I pulled off 
to take a nap."

"Well, you're not supposed to sleep here, sir. If 
you're tired, I suggest that you pull off at the 
Fergus Falls exit and check into a motel. May I see 
some ID?"

The flashlight swept the interior while I tried to 
find my pants. Barb's nipples were barely covered 
by the sleeping bag. Thank god I had opted for the 
tinted windows. I tried to pull the sleeping bag 
over Barb's chest as inconspicuously as possible 
while I handed my driver's license to the 
patrolman.

He looked at if for a minute. While he was 
comparing the picture to my face, I heard his car 
radio squawk some unintelligible message. It must 
have meant something to the patrolman however 
because he suddenly handed me my license and 
snapped off his flashlight. "Sir, I suggest you get 
on the road in the next fifteen minutes. If you 
need to 'nap' anymore tonight, pull off and check 
into a motel."

"Thank you officer. I will."

The patrolman hustled to his car and started 
talking to someone with his radio.

I shook Barb's shoulder. "Get dressed," I hissed. 
"We've got fifteen minutes to get out of Dodge."

I got dressed and headed to the bathroom while Barb 
was looking for her clothes. When I got back to my 
Jeep the patrolman started his car. I got in and 
turned on the lights. Barb was sitting in the 
passenger seat wrapped in one of the sleeping bags.

"I hope you're dressed under that," I said. I 
didn't need her to flash her tits at an already 
irritated state trooper. She opened the bag to show 
me her shirt.

The patrolman followed me to the freeway entrance. 
I turned into the westbound ramp while he took the 
eastbound ramp.

We drove in silence until I saw the exit for 
Frostbite Falls. I glanced a billboard that 
advertised an all night restaurant.  I needed a 
caffeine fix.  I pulled off to get some coffee.

While I was waiting for my order, I gave serious 
consideration to taking the eastbound ramp when we 
got back on the road. This trip was already going 
badly. I never liked driving all that much and we 
still had about four more hours ahead of us. We 
wouldn't be in Bismarck until close to midnight.

Barb started laughing when I got back in the car. 
That eastbound entrance looked better and better.

"What's so damn funny?"

"You should have seen the look on your face while 
you were scrambling around trying to find your 
clothes! It was hilarious!" She dissolved into 
laughter.

I fumed at the indignity of being laughed at for a 
few minutes and then started laughing with her. It 
had turned out all right. Nobody was going to jail 
for having sex in a public place. I just had to 
make sure it didn't happen again.

.

Three and half hours later I had decided that 
driving in Minnesota in April was exciting. When 
compared to a night drive across North Dakota in 
April it was down right heart stopping.

North Dakota was a lot like Minnesota. Only 
flatter. Fewer trees. Fewer people. More desolate. 
The people who lived here had to be crazy. Or maybe 
they just became crazy by living here.

Barb and I talked almost non-stop since getting 
back on the highway. We discussed almost every 
subject under the sun as we covered the mile after 
mile of bleak prairie. The more we talked the more 
I was convinced that I wanted to spend my life with 
her. The trip was not a disaster. It provided us 
with a chance to really learn a lot about each 
other. The miles seemed to fly by in the cold black 
wilderness.

 From time to time the low-hanging clouds on the 
horizon would begin to glow. As we drew closer the 
glow would grow a little brighter and eventually 
the bright lights of street lamps and houses would 
stand out like diamonds on the low hills off to one 
side of the freeway. Then suddenly the sky ahead 
would turn back into a colorless black mass. 
Eventually another blob of light would appear on 
the horizon and repeat the sequence. In between 
those isolated islands of light, nothing existed 
outside of our hospitable bubble of climate-
controlled comfort and that endless white ribbon of 
concrete.

The first billboards announcing motels in Bismarck 
appeared. Only thirty more miles.

Barb leaned over to kiss my cheek. "There's a rest 
area about ten miles before Bismarck. Pull off so I 
can go potty."

I leered at her. "Is that all you want to do?" I 
asked suggestively.

She grinned back at me. "Maybe."

I sped up a little.

There was no one in the parking lot. Not even a 
semi. I couldn't even see headlights on the 
highway.

The temperature was below freezing outside. The 
wind sucked the heat out of every exposed piece of 
skin. Barb and I held hands as we sprinted from the 
car to the bathrooms. I kissed her at the door. She 
pushed me away after only a few seconds.

"It's too cold out here. Wait until were back in 
the car."

We both finished our business and ran back to the 
car. The parking lot was still empty except for my 
Jeep. I started the car and Barb and I resumed 
kissing as we warmed up.

"Move your seat all the way back," said Barb 
breathily as she reached for my zipper.

She didn't have to ask me twice.

Barb was as good as always. Despite having one 
orgasm only a few hours earlier, she soon had me on 
the verge of another one.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped. Barb usually got a 
towel at this point and let me shoot my wad into 
that. This time she sucked harder. 

Just as I started to cum a semi pulled into the 
lot. I was too preoccupied to care. I was filling 
Barb's mouth with semen and that was all that 
mattered.

She kept my cock in her mouth as my erection began 
to subside. I stroked her hair as I recovered from 
the orgasm.

The driver of the truck walked past us on his way 
to the bathroom. He glanced my way. I thought there 
was a chance that he wouldn't see what was going on 
but he grinned broadly and gave me a thumbs up.

Barb finally sat up. "You came pretty quick. Care 
to return the favor?"

"Uhh, not right now. We have company." I gestured 
towards the semi that was idling a couple dozen 
yards down the lot.

"Poop." Barb truly looked disappointed. "Well I 
have to get my bra back on before we pull into 
town. Can you get it for me? It's in my overnight 
bag way at the back."

I looked towards the back of the Jeep. It would be 
easier to get out and open the tailgate to get the 
bag. I sighed and went out into the cold night once 
more.

At least the bra was right on top.

Barb had her shirt off by the time I got back in. 
The trucker got an eyeful of Barb's breasts as he 
walked back to his truck. He grinned even more 
broadly at both of us and gave both of us a thumbs 
up sign. I smiled back weakly. Barb stuck out her 
tongue and adjusted her breasts in the cups of her 
bra.

She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to her 
knees. "Sure you don't want to have a little pussy 
snack before we get back on the road?"

I reached over to caress her clean shaven pussy 
lips. "Sweety, I would love to lick you to a toe 
curling orgasm. Unfortunately we still have an 
audience and I don't want to put on a show with 
you. I'll take care of you when we're in bed."

Barb frowned. She pulled her panties and jeans back 
up in silence. I had the feeling she wanted to say 
something but was reluctant for some reason. She 
finally broke the silence as she zipped up her 
jeans.

"You know, Sam, my parents are pretty 
conservative."

"Yeah. You've told me that."

"Well, my dad thinks it's a sin for people to have 
sex before they're married."

"You've told me that, too. What are you trying not 
to say?"

"We can't sleep together at my parents house."

"I didn't think we could. I wouldn't insult your 
father by suggesting that we should."

Barb let out a sigh of relief.

"That's why I made a reservation for us at a motel. 
We'll stop at your parent's house to say hello and 
then go to the motel to sleep. It took me almost 
six hours of calling around to find a room. There 
must be a dozen conventions in town this weekend."

"Well, the thing is, my parents are expecting us to 
stay with them. Me in my old room and you in my 
brother's room."

"We'll just tell them that we don't want them to go 
to any extra effort and make a polite goodbye."

"Actually, I told them that we wanted to stay with 
them."

I closed my eyes and practiced my breathing 
exercises. It was already Friday morning. That 
means that we would just have to sleep apart three 
nights. In the same house. Just a few doors apart. 
I could do this. I loved this woman. I wanted to 
marry her. It was only three nights.

I smiled and kissed her. "That's O.K., dear. We can 
control our sexual appetites for a few nights. Sex 
will be all the sweeter when we get back to the 
Cities. It's much more important that we spend some 
time with your family." I waited for the lightning 
to strike the car. Nobody could lie so much in so 
few sentences and not be struck dead.

Barb kissed my hand. "Thank you for being so 
understanding, Sam. I was worried that you would be 
upset at having to spend the weekend at my parents 
house."

"Well, I am disappointed, of course. But I love 
you. I'm willing to whatever I need to do to make 
this weekend special for you."

"Oh, you're the best, honey." Barb kissed me again. 
For a long time. I was already starting to recover. 
Maybe we could find a motel on the way home. For a 
couple hours or so.

"Let's get going, dear. You're parents are waiting 
for us."

I backed out of the parking space and headed for 
the highway.

I used my cell phone to call the motel and cancel 
our reservation. They told me I still had to pay 
for the first night and I said that was fine. 
Another lie wasn't going to kill me.

.

Barb's parents lived in a huge house overlooking 
the Bismarck Country Club golf course. The place 
looked like one of those suburban homes that one 
would see in old sitcoms. The house was huge. The 
view was spectacular even at night. The clouds were 
starting to break up and the quarter moon glistened 
off the remaining snow banks that dotted the golf 
course. Off to east the lights of the city 
stretched to the horizon.

It felt great to be back in a city. Any city. Even 
this one. Thank god I'm not a country boy.

Barb ran to the door while I got the bags out of 
the Jeep. Her parents had the door open before she 
got to the top step.

I held the bags at the bottom of the stairs while 
they hugged and kissed and asked how everybody was. 
They had talked on the phone only ten minutes 
earlier when we took the exit for Bismarck. We 
probably would have stood there for another thirty 
minutes if I hadn't spoken up.

"Where can I put these bags down, Barb?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sam. Daddy, Mommy, this is Sam. Sam 
this is my Dad, Jack, and my Mom, Helen."

I put down my suitcase and shook hands. "How do 
you, Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson. It's very nice to 
finally meet you. Thank you for inviting me to 
spend the weekend with your family."

"Oh, you're more than welcome, Sam," said Mrs. 
Johnson. "Barb's told us so much about you, that 
you're like one of the family."

"You certainly are, Sam. Let the boy come in, 
Helen. It's cold out here and the kids have been 
driving for hours."

Mr. Johnson grabbed one of the suitcases and we all  
went inside. The house was just as nice inside as 
it was outside. Very spacious and very lush. The 
Johnson's definitely had money.

"Follow me, Sam. I'll show you where to put the 
suitcases."

"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson."

"Call me Jack. Everybody does."

"Sure, Jack."

I followed Jack up the stairs and down a hallway. 
He opened the first door on the left. "This will be 
your room, Sam. It's really Billy's room, but he's 
away at college."

I squeezed past Jack and put down my bag. "Thank 
you."

Jack was still standing in the doorway when I 
turned around. "I'm not sure how to say this, Sam, 
so I guess the best way is to be blunt. I expect a 
certain level of morality from my guests. This is a 
Christian home with Christian people living in it. 
I don't know what you and Barb do back in 
Minneapolis and frankly I don't want to know. But 
here in my house, I expect you to be respectful of 
me and my standards."

"I understand completely, Jack. Barb and I already 
discussed this. While we're in your house we will 
not do anything that might make you regret inviting 
me. You have my word."

Jack looked at me for a long time. I began to think 
that he hadn't believed me. He finally spoke.

"Good. I'm glad you see things my way. I'm sure 
we'll get along. Barb's room is across the hall."

Jack opened the door across the hall from my room 
and set down Barb's suitcase.

"The bathroom is right next to your room. There's a 
connecting door from your room and there's a door 
in the hallway. Rhonda's room also connects to the 
bathroom so be sure to knock before you open the 
door from your room, and you should lock the doors 
while you're in there. Now let's go downstairs and 
join the girls."

Barb and Helen were sitting at the kitchen table 
drinking herbal tea and chatting about people I had 
never heard of. So and so was pregnant again. 
Someone was getting married and someone else was 
getting divorced. The typical stuff that makes a 
newcomer feel like an outsider.

Barb was a virtual carbon copy of her mother. 
Perhaps a shade taller but the same build and 
shape. Both were just a little over five feet tall, 
slender, blonde, and very little excess fat. Even 
the hair was styled similarly.

Jack was built like a Viking. Slightly taller than 
Helen but broad shouldered and all muscle. He might 
be managing a construction company now, but he 
still looked like he could build a home all by 
himself.

My eyes were starting to feel like they were filled 
with sand. I tried to stifle a yawn and failed 
miserably. A glance at the clock told me it was 
almost one in the morning. Barb and I had been up 
for twenty hours. My sleep-deprived mind could not 
think of a polite way to say I wanted to go to bed. 
Jack rescued me.

"It's time for bed Helen. You can gossip about the 
neighbors tomorrow."

"But Rhonda will be home soon."

"She has her own key. She can let herself in. If we 
go to bed now you can get up in time to make 
breakfast for us all."

I took Barb's hand and said, "Let me walk you to 
your door, Barb." If Jack and Helen wanted to talk 
about Rhonda I thought it best to get Barb out of 
the room. In the past Barb had gotten quite testy 
when we had talked about Rhonda. I don't know what 
the problem was between Barb and her younger sister 
Rhonda. I had a feeling that I would find out at 
some inappropriate time and I dreaded the prospect.

We listened to Helen talk to Jack all the way 
upstairs. She wanted to wait up. Jack wanted to go 
to bed. Jack wasn't giving and inch and Helen 
wasn't giving up.

"Do they go on like that all the time?" I asked 
Barb.

"This is just a mild difference of opinion about an 
unimportant matter. Wait till you hear them talk 
about politics."

"No thanks. I'll be somewhere else that day."

We stopped outside Barb's bedroom. We kissed 
passionately for almost a minute. The sound of the 
discussion got louder as Jack and Helen came 
upstairs. I quickly moved my hands from Barb's ass 
to a more modest part of her back.

I broke off kissing Barb when I heard Helen giggle. 
Jack did not look pleased.

"I was just saying goodnight to Barb, Mr. J. Jack. 
Goodnight Barb. I'll see you in the morning."

Barb took my face in her hands and kissed me on the 
lips one more time. "Goodnight dear. Sweet dreams."

Barb opened her bedroom door. "G'night Mom. G'night 
Daddy."

"Goodnight dear," said Helen.

"Goodnight Sam," said Jack pointedly.

"Goodnight, Jack, Helen. Goodnight Barb. I'll see 
you in the morning." I opened my door and escaped 
into my bedroom. I muttered to my self as I shut 
the bedroom door, 'Even with all this Walden 
mountain goodnights this is going to be a tense 
weekend.'

I generally don't wear anything to bed but decided 
that for modesty's sake I should at least wear 
under-shorts while I was staying with the 
Johnson's. I stripped off all but my shorts and 
crawled into bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up some time later when I felt my covers 
being pulled off. Barb had done this back in the 
Cities when she had worked late and come over to my 
apartment instead of going home. She would take my 
cock into her mouth and rouse me from sleep with a 
middle of the night blowjob. I felt a hand fumble 
at the fly of my shorts and pull out my half erect 
cock. It was almost pitch black in the room. I 
could barely make out the slightly lighter 
rectangle of the window.

"Jeez, Barb, stop that," I whispered. "If anybody 
hears us we'll both be kicked out."

Barb didn't say anything. She wrapped her lips 
around my rapidly inflating member and started 
giving me another blowjob. I put my hands on her 
head with some thoughts that I would just push her 
away from my groin. Instead I caressed her hair and 
cheek as she sucked my cock deeper into her throat.

If Jack and Helen had walked in with a gun, I would 
have held Barb's head on my cock until she was 
done. Even after two orgasms in one day I was ready 
for another. Fuck Jack and Helen. Barb had my nuts 
aching with desire to shoot another load. It didn't 
take long.

My bucking hips caused her to choke as I started 
cumming. I stifled my groans of pleasure as my cum 
poured into Barb's throat. 

Once again Barb sucked down every drop of jism. I 
liked her new approach to blowjobs and hoped she 
would continue to swallow instead of spit.

I lay in a pool of sweat and enjoyed the sweet 
sensations of my third climax in less than twelve 
hours. Barb tucked my cock back into my shorts.

I barely noticed her stand as she pulled the covers 
back over my body. I fumbled for her crotch to 
repay the orgasm but she brushed my hand away. That 
wasn't like her at all. She bent down to kiss me on 
the lips. I could smell my cum on her breath. I 
never had liked that smell in the past but coming 
from her it wasn't that bad. I could even taste my 
cum as her tongue probed between my lips and my 
tongue entered her mouth.

Then she was gone. I heard the door shut quietly as 
she left the room. I drifted off to sleep again.

.

The next morning I shook off the disorientation of 
waking up in a strange bed. Sunlight was just 
illuminating the wall opposite the window. Back to 
reality. I wondered if I had only dreamed about 
Barb sneaking in to give me a blow-job. I'd have to 
ask her when we were alone.

I remembered to knock on the bathroom door before 
opening it. Just to be safe I knocked once more 
before opening the door and looking in. Thank god 
it was empty.

I stood over the toilet bowl and pissed. I closed 
my eyes as my bladder emptied itself. The sensation 
of that first mornings piss was almost as good as 
an orgasm. I just hoped we had been quiet enough 
that Rhonda and her parents didn't think I was a 
sex maniac.

"Oops, excuse me."

My eyes jerked open just in time to see the door to 
the other bedroom close. I had forgotten to snap 
the lock on the door. Barb's sister Rhonda had just 
gotten a good look at me pissing. Great. Now I was 
an exhibitionist as well as a sex maniac.

After washing my hands I knocked softly on Rhonda's 
door and quietly said "Bathroom's open."

A voice almost like Barb's came through the door. 
"Thanks."

I heard the bed-springs squeak as Rhonda got out of 
bed. I checked that her door was unlocked and 
quickly fled to my room.

After dressing I headed downstairs to the aroma of 
brewing coffee and sizzling bacon. Barb's bedroom 
door was open and her room was empty so I assumed 
that she was helping her mother get breakfast 
ready.

I was partly correct. Helen was cooking and Barb 
was drinking coffee while she watched her mother 
cook. Barb hadn't dressed yet. She was wearing the 
terrycloth robe that I had given her for a 
Valentines present. I smiled as I remembered the 
many ways she had thanked me for the present. I 
fought the urge to slip my hands inside the robe to 
cup her breasts. I settled for giving her a quick 
kiss on the cheek. "I need to talk to you in 
private ASAP." I whispered into her ear.

Barb gave a quick nod of her head. "Good morning, 
honey. Breakfast will be ready soon. Let me show 
you the garden. It's warmed up since last night but 
will be raining soon."

Barb took my hand and led me to the back door.

"Barb, it's too cold to go outside without shoes," 
objected Helen.

"I'll be fine, Mom. I'm wearing slippers and we'll 
just be a minute."

Barb closed the door behind us. She started 
pointing at the various things in the backyard as 
she spoke. "What's wrong Sam? You sounded worried."

"Now, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, 
honey, I really appreciated the blow job, but you 
could have waited until we were on our way home."

Barb frowned at me. "You really seemed to 
appreciated it at the time, Sam. There really 
wasn't any way we were going to be seen."

That startled me. We had talked about this only a 
few hours earlier. "Your father could have walked 
in on us at any time," I said sharply. "I don't 
want to upset him and I didn't think you did 
either."

"How could my father have walked in on us?" Barb 
said angrily. "The only one around was that damn 
trucker!"

Now I was confused. Then it dawned on me that we 
were not talking about the same blowjob.

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm not talking about the rest 
stop outside of town. I'm talking about last night 
in my bedroom. I really enjoyed it but I thought we 
had agreed to no sex in your parents house."

"Now I'm confused. I was never in your bedroom last 
night." Barb really did look confused.

"Yes you were. You came in an hour or so after I 
fell asleep and gave me one of the best blow jobs 
ever. I tried to stop you but well. it was just too 
damn good."

Barb looked at me like I was crazy.

"I tried to return the favor but you just walked 
out without a word."

Barb look of confusion turned to steel hard anger. 
Her hands were clenched into fists so tight that 
her knuckles were white. My confusion turned to 
worry. For a minute I thought she was going to slug 
me.

"Honda!" Barb hissed through clenched teeth. Now I 
was back to being confused. I don't know what cars 
had to do with any of this.

"No," I said hesitatingly. "I own a Jeep."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"My car. You said Honda. I own a Jeep."

"Not Honda, you moron! Rhonda. My sister Rhonda! 
She's the one who came into your room to give you 
the blow job!" Barb grabbed my arm. Her grip was 
like a vise.

"No she didn't." Even I didn't believe what I just 
said.

"Were you awake when I left?"

"Yeah. Sure. Sort of."

"What door did I leave by?"

I thought back to the previous evening. My feet 
were toward the door when I was in the bed. The 
woman had gotten up and moved to the left. The door 
I had heard close was off to my left not towards my 
feet. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. "The 
bathroom door," I said weakly.

"That bitch!" Barb spit the words like she had a 
mouthful of sour milk.

I was sure Barb was leaving permanent marks on my 
arm.

"Maybe she was confused about which room she was 
in. Or sleepwalking."

"Yeah! Rhonda often gave blow jobs to her brother 
in the middle of the night! This isn't the first 
time she's done that you idiot. She seduced almost 
every boy I ever brought home. The only one she 
didn't fuck was Rick. He turned out to be gay."

I heard the back door open. From Barb's bone 
crushing grip on my arm, I knew who it was without 
turning around.

"Hi, sis. How'd you sleep last night? I slept 
really well once I got something to eat. I got so 
hungry driving all the way from Denver."

I felt a cold hand touch my cheek. "And this must 
be Sam. How did you sleep, Sam? I bet it was a 
relief to get you head on that pillow." A picture 
popped into my mind from my childhood. It was one 
of those cartoons where a snake was talking to a 
little bird. The snake crept closer. The bird knew 
what was the outcome was going to be but was 
powerless to protect itself from becoming the main 
course at lunch.

Barb rescued me. She put her hand around my waist 
and pulled me to her side.

"Well at least traffic from Denver was light last 
night."

Rhonda looked puzzled. "It was about normal. Why?"

"Usually you get your daily ration of cum from 
selling yourself in the truck stop bathrooms. I 
wondered why you had to get more from Sam. Your 
appetite for my boyfriends is disgusting."

Rhonda got the same steely-eyed look as Barb. It 
must run in the family.

Rhonda was the first one to break the uncomfortable 
silence.

"Listen to me, bitch. I've never needed your 
boyfriends. If you lost your boyfriends, it was 
because you were so incompetent in the sack. You're 
idea of having sex is to lie there like a lump 
while they fucked you. My idea of sex is to be an 
active participant and not to just close my eyes 
and think of England. I bet every guy you ever 
fucked got frostbite on his dick."

"Bullshit Rhonda. You're idea of sex is to fuck 
anything that has a cock and a lot of things that 
don't. You even seduced some of my best girl 
friends. As long as you get your rocks off, you 
don't care who or what you fuck. If we opened your 
suitcase I bet we'd find a lifetime supply of 
batteries for just the couple dozen electric 
friends that you had to bring along for a simple 
weekend at home. The lights in your neighborhood 
must dim when you really get horny."

"Why, you little."

Helen saved us by opening the back door. "Girls, 
Sam, breakfast is ready. I'm glad to see that you 
are all getting along so well. You know, Sam, Barb 
and Rhonda didn't get along very well when they 
were younger. They almost always had some argument 
going about clothes and boys. You know how girls 
are."

I grabbed for the lifeline. "Actually, Helen, I 
don't. I was an only child." I started toward the 
house hoping that Barb would follow me.

"This isn't over, bitch," hissed Rhonda. I barely 
heard her. I'm sure Helen didn't. What I heard next 
made my blood run cold. "I'll have Sam's dick in my 
pussy before you head for home. When he finds out 
what sex can be like with a real woman, you won't 
stand a chance. There's no way you can stop me."

"Eat shit, you cheap whore! Sam is not like those 
other losers that would fuck anything with a hole. 
There's no way he'll let his dick get anywhere near 
your crotch."

I felt like a piece of steak between two hungry 
dogs. I tried to calm Barb. "Barb! Listen to 
yourself! You're getting all bent out of shape over 
something that hasn't happened and never will 
happen. The only way I would have any kind of sex 
with Rhonda is if she attacks me while I'm asleep 
and manages to get my cock into her before I wake 
up. I love you. I always will." I kissed Barb. "Now 
let's go eat breakfast." I took her arm and pulled 
her into the house. I looked over my shoulder to 
Rhonda. "Rhonda, I love Barb. Don't embarrass 
yourself by trying to seduce me."

Rhonda looked like the dog that lost the steak.

Barb was all smiles when we sat down at the table. 
"It smells wonderful, Mom."

Breakfast was reasonably pleasant despite Barb's 
and Rhonda's refusal to be anything more than 
polite with each other. Jack pointedly talked about 
going to Good Friday services that evening. Barb 
and I tried to divert the conversation to another 
topic without actually saying we didn't want to go. 
Rhonda wasn't as diplomatic. "I'm going to a party, 
daddy. I'll be home late."

Jack's jaw visibly tightened at this direct 
rejection of his implied invitation. "Will you at 
least be here for dinner? Reverend Swenson will be 
our guest for dinner. I would like him to meet the 
whole family."

Barb frowned. "I thought Reverend Olson was still 
the pastor at the church."

"He still is, dear," said Helen. "Reverend Swenson 
is just doing his internship here. He'll be 
graduating from the seminary this summer and your 
father and I are trying to make him feel at home."

The conversation drifted to other areas while we 
ate breakfast. When we were done eating, Jack left 
for work and Barb and Rhonda went upstairs to wash 
and dress. I stayed in the kitchen to chat with 
Helen as she cleaned up after our breakfast.

Well, really, I mostly listened while Helen kept up 
a running monologue about Barb, Rhonda and Billy. I 
did try to make an occasional comment but didn't 
get very far. I settled for nods and murmurs. Then 
Helen bent down to put the dishes into the 
dishwasher. Her blouse was loose and fell away from 
her chest as bent over. I was awestruck at the 
sight of her gorgeous boobs. Barb inherited more 
than a pretty face from her mother. I mentally took 
my hat off to Helen for giving her daughter a 
beautiful set of knockers.

Helen's tits were barely covered by her bra. The 
lacy piece of cloth around her breasts did not even 
cover all of the aureoles. I fantasized grabbing 
her arm and ripping the blouse and bra from her 
body to bury my head between her breasts.

I looked away as Helen straightened up. I could 
feel my face burning with embarrassment. I hoped 
she hadn't caught me staring.

Helen continued to talk as she cleaned but I paid 
even less attention now. I wanted her to bend over 
again and give me another look. I willed it to 
happen. And it did.

Helen bent down to wipe off the kitchen table. She 
began to scrub the table vigorously. Her breasts 
wobbled in their lacy enclosure. It was a 
magnificent sight.

She scrubbed so hard that one nipple popped out of 
its cup. I was surprised to see that the nipple was 
puckered and stiff. When Helen straightened up I 
saw that its twin was also stiff.

This time there was no doubt that I had been caught 
peeking down her blouse. I expected Helen to 
reproach me for my voyeurism but she didn't. She 
just smiled at me as she reached into her blouse to 
readjust her bra and tuck the nipple back into its 
cup. Did I really see her tweak the nipple as she 
did that?

The telephone rang before I had sorted everything 
out.

I tried to calm my racing heart as Helen spoke to 
the caller. I didn't even hear what she was saying 
until she yelled upstairs for Barb to pick up the 
phone.

After hanging up Helen sat down to finish her 
morning coffee. "So how are you enjoying yourself 
so far, Sam?"

I jerked myself back to the present. "Quite well, 
Helen. I've never seen anything like this before."

Helen's laugh caused me to listen to what I had 
just said. My face grew even hotter than before.

"I mean, I've never seen anything like this town 
not anything like. like Bismarck. I've never seen a 
town like Bismarck. On the prairie. I've never been 
out on the prairie before. In North Dakota."

Helen laughed even harder. There was no way to save 
myself.

Barb rescued me. She came downstairs in a bright 
pink blouse and faded jeans. "Sam, Rhonda and I are 
going out to see some old high school friends. 
We'll be back later."

I looked up to see Rhonda looking as grim as ever. 
But Rhonda wasn't looking at me she was looking at 
Helen. So was Barb. They were both staring daggers 
at their mom.

Discretion seemed the much better part of valor. 
When the headsman is swinging his axe, it's always 
best to keep your head down. I kissed Barb on the 
cheek. "Have a nice time dear. I'll just wait 
here."

The girls left without another word.

"Well, Sam, I could use some help with the Spring 
cleaning. Are you willing?"

"Of course, Helen. What can I do?"

"We'll start by washing the windows in the dining 
room. There's a step stool in the kitchen. You get 
that and I'll get the window cleaner."

We spent the next two hours washing windows. I 
cleaned the top panes and Helen cleaned the bottom 
panes. I was standing on the top of the step stool 
finishing the last window when Helen came over to 
me and wrapped her arm around my legs.

"That looks much better, Sam. Thank you for 
helping."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

Helen didn't move away like I expected. She kept 
her arm around my knees as she moved to stand in 
front of me facing my crotch. "Let me thank you 
properly, Sam." She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal 
her breasts.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I tried to get 
down off the stool so I could leave the room. Helen 
refused to let go of my legs. Instead she unzipped 
my fly.

"I've wanted to see this cock since I pulled it out 
of your shorts last night. Ooh, that is a nice 
looking one. Not a monster but big enough to do the 
job. I hope you know how to use it, Sam. I want to 
cum a few times before Barb gets home."

Barb saved me again. My half erect cock immediately 
deflated as soon as I saw a bright pink blouse 
coming up the walk to the back door. "Barb's home 
right now!"

I stuffed my cock back into my pants as Helen 
buttoned up her blouse. 

We were both back to presentable when Barb and 
Rhonda came in the back door. They were both 
smiling so broadly that I immediately became 
suspicious.

"Hi, Sam. Hi, Mom," said Barb. "You guys have 
really been busy. The house looks great."

"How can we help, Mom?" Rhonda asked as she kissed 
her mother's cheek.

The steel cold look in her eyes did not match the 
smile on her lips. The snake had a new victim.

All four of us worked hard until just after noon 
cleaning the house. It wasn't obvious at first but 
pretty soon it became evident. I was never allowed 
to be alone in a room with Helen. Whenever I was in 
a room with her, Barb or Rhonda would walk in 
within a few minutes.

Eventually I caught Barb upstairs and dragged her 
into the bathroom. After locking the hallway door 
behind us, I crushed her to my chest. When we came 
up for air I got to the point. "What the hell is 
going on with you and Rhonda? This morning you were 
ready to rip each other's throats out. Then you 
became friends and both of you want to flay your 
mother alive. Now you are doing your best to act 
like the goddamn Brady bunch. I'm getting whip-lash 
trying to keep up with this crazy family."

Barb kissed me. She ground her crotch against mine 
as she licked the inside of my throat with her 
tongue. She finally broke off again. "Mom was the 
one who came into your room last night."

"I know." I tried to sound blas,.

Barb stiffened. "How did you find out?"

"She tried to give me a repeat performance this 
morning."

"What!"

"Don't worry. She didn't succeed. She had my dick 
out and was just starting to jack me off when you 
got home. As soon as I told her you were home she 
dropped everything and put her tits back in her 
blouse."

"I'm sorry we interrupted you." Barb was not taking 
this as well as I had hoped.

"I wasn't going to let her do anything, Barb. The 
only reason she got as far as she did was because 
she surprised me. How did you and Rhonda figure out 
what was going on?" The best defense is an offense.

Barb looked at me skeptically. "We'll talk about 
you and my mother later. Rhonda and I went over to 
my girlfriend's apartment. She's going with one of 
my old boyfriends from high school. A couple nights 
ago he got really drunk and started talking about 
his old girlfriends. He said that the mother of one 
of them had come on to him. After a few more drinks 
and some prodding he finally admitted that the old 
girlfriend was me."

"Jeeze! The guy admitted that he made it with your 
mom?"

"Oh, yeah. And then he went on to mention another 
half dozen other boys that mom got into the sack. 
Most of them were old boyfriends of Rhonda or me. 
The bitch must have fucked half the boys at BHS."

"Do you think she told you the truth about all of 
it?"

"Yeah, I do. A lot of things happened back then 
that start to make sense when I think about them 
with this new information. When I would break up 
with guys, sometimes I would come home from school 
and see their cars parked around the block from our 
house. Sometimes, I would hear the back door 
closing as I walked in the front door. Mom would be 
in the kitchen in her bathrobe and say she had just 
been out in the backyard looking to see what needed 
to be done in the garden. I just thought she was a 
little crazy. She wasn't crazy, she was just a 
slut. She still is a slut. She was just getting her 
rocks off with my ex-boyfriend."

I hugged Barb. "Well at least you know the truth 
now. Let's pack up. We'll stay overnight in Fargo 
and finish driving home tomorrow."

Barb drew back. "Why would we do that?"

"You don't want to stay here tonight, do you? What 
if your mom pays me another midnight call?"

"If she does you'll just have to fight for your 
honor. No Rhonda and I are trying to figure a way 
to get even for all the boyfriends she stole from 
us. We have two nights and two days to get her and 
by God we're going to do just that!"

I looked into Barb's eyes. The steel had been 
replaced with titanium. I shuddered at the thought 
of what could happen to Helen.

The door to Rhonda's bedroom opened. I really had 
to remember to start locking that damn door. "Sam, 
if you're done feeling up my sister, we have work 
to do. Barb, Mom wants you to vacuum the bedrooms 
and the hallway. Sam, You're supposed to lug the 
vacuum upstairs and then carry out the trash."

"I think Helen's too heavy for me to carry her all 
the way out to the garbage cans. Can I just drag 
her?"

"Oh my. Someone knows the family secret. Did you 
tell him, Barb?"

"I didn't have to. Mom tried to give him another 
blowjob while we were gone. Sam didn't exactly 
fight her off but we got home in time to save what 
was left of his honor."

"Well, Sam, look at it this way. A little dose of 
blue balls hasn't killed a male yet. But having 
your fiancee catch you with your cock in another 
woman's mouth has in many cases resulted in great 
bodily harm. Consider yourself lucky. Mom was only 
going to suck your dick. Barb could cut it off."

"I'll remember that."

I squeezed Barb's butt and kissed her once more. 
"Just remember Barb, if you cut it off, you won't 
have it to play with when we get home."

Barb kissed me in return. "That's all right, dear. 
I'm sure I could borrow one of Rhonda's smaller 
toys. That should replace you nicely."

"My god, you can be a cold woman. Why do I waste my 
time with you?"

"Because we're both so exhausted after an evening 
of sex that neither of us has the strength to move 
on to another relationship."

"Oh yeah. That's right. It's been so long since 
that happened I have trouble remembering."

"Keep talking like that and it will be even 
longer."

I placed Barb's hand on my crotch. "It's already 
getting longer. Could you help me before we get 
back to work?"

Rhonda rolled her eyes. "You two need to get a 
room. Just be sure to get it after we're done 
cleaning."

.

It took us another three hours to clean the house 
to Helen's satisfaction. Rhonda and Barb and I had 
just sat down to relax when Helen came into the 
living room with a piece of paper in her hand.

"I need some things from the store for supper 
tonight. Can you go get them for me Rhonda? Barb I 
also need someone to pick up some things from the 
dry cleaners. Could you and Sam go get them 
please?"

We all let out a collective groan. Rhonda surprised 
me by speaking up. "The dry cleaners is close to 
the grocery store, Ma. I can do both errands." She 
held out her hand for the list.

Helen looked a little on edge. Something in her 
requests didn't ring true. There was plenty of time 
for one person to run both errands. Why 
deliberately split up the chores? My mental warning 
lights began to blink yellow. I decided to test my 
hypothesis.

I took the grocery list and dry cleaning ticket 
from Helen's hands. "We'll all go in my car. Barb 
and Rhonda can point out the sights on the way to 
the store. Let's go girls."

Helen's relief was instantaneously obvious. I 
stuffed the papers into my pocket and pulled Barb 
up from the recliner.

"Rhonda can do all this, Sam," protested Barb.

I looked into her eyes. "Now, dear, don't you want 
to show me the town? Come on. You and Rhonda can 
show me all the sights." Barb took the hint but 
frowned as she put on her coat.

"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered to me 
in the hallway.

"Yeah," chimed in Rhonda in a whisper. "This is 
bullshit and you know it."

"I'm playing a hunch. You want your revenge and I 
think I have an idea. Play along for a bit." They 
both nodded in agreement.

"Goodbye, Helen. We're going to do some sightseeing 
on the way so we'll be back in a couple hours or 
so."

Helen watched us intently as we got into the car 
and backed out of the driveway.

"Barb, where did your boyfriends park when they 
went to see your Mom?" I asked as we pulled away 
from the house.

"Next to the alley on the other side of the block 
from our house. Why, Sam? Just what the hell are we 
doing?"

I swung around the block and spotted the logical 
place for Helen's lovers to park. I drove by and 
looked for a place to park my Jeep. I found a good 
spot on the next block down from the lovers' 
parking spot. I did a quick U-turn and parked.

Barb looked at me like I was crazy. "All right, 
Sam," she said quietly. "I'm listening. What the 
hell is going on?"

I looked in the rear view mirror at a placid 
Rhonda. "Have you figured it out, Rhonda?"

She nodded slowly. "I think I have." Rhonda leaned 
forward between Barb and me.

"Mom spent the morning getting herself all turned 
on so she could seduce you. Then we came along and 
threw her sexual gearbox into neutral. You think 
she arranged a little afternoon delight so that she 
can get her rocks off before Daddy gets home. Is 
that how you have it figured, Sam?"

"Yup."

Barb looked at both of us like we were crazy. Then 
she looked thoughtful. She smiled. "I knew there 
was some reason I loved hanging around you. Your 
mind is even more devious than Rhonda's."

It only took ten minutes for someone to park in the 
spot we had under observation. A young man in a 
dark blue suit got out of the car and looked around 
before locking the car and walking down the alley.

I put the Jeep into gear and drove past the alley.

"He's still walking towards our house," said 
Rhonda.

I parked down the block from the suspected lover's 
car. "Stay here for a minute."

I got out and walked back to the parked auto. I 
glanced down the alley and saw the man opening a 
gate at the far end of the alley. I looked through 
the windows of the car. There was a clergy parking 
permit in one corner of the windshield and a black 
leather brief case in the back seat. I looked at 
case and made a mental note of the initials AS 
stamped into the leather by the lock.

Helen's latest lover shouldn't be too hard to track 
down.

I returned to the Jeep. "He's got a clergy parking 
sticker on the wind shield and a brief case with 
the initials AS. Is that anybody you know?"

Barb and Rhonda looked at each other. They both 
shrugged.

"Could one of you get a look in a downstairs window 
and see if Helen is too anxious to take things 
upstairs?"

"I'll do it," said Rhonda. "Barb's blouse is too 
loud to be sneaky." She got out of the car and 
headed down the alley to her house.

Barb pulled out her cell phone. "I've got a hunch, 
too."

Rhonda returned to the car while Barb was still 
talking on the phone. She waited politely for Barb 
to finish before relating her observations.

"You were right, Sam," said Rhonda. "The guy is 
fucking Mom on the living room couch."

"The guy is Arnold Swenson," said Barb. "He's the 
seminary student doing his internship at Mom's 
church."

"Well he is teaching Mom how to pray. She's lying 
on the couch saying 'Oh, my god!' The Reverend 
Swenson's mouth is wrapped around one of her 
nipples trying to suckle like a starving newborn."

We sat in silence for a minute. I started the car 
and pulled into the street. "I have the beginning 
of an idea. Let's go break up the party. Barb, you 
just forgot your purse."

Barb shoved her purse under the front seat.

We pulled into the driveway and slammed the car 
doors as we got out of the car. Barb opened the 
front door noisily a minute later. "Mom, I forgot 
my purse. Is there anything else you need before we 
go back to the store?" I heard the back door slam.

Helen appeared a few seconds later, flushed and 
looking cross. "I'm sure I saw you take it to the 
car dear."

"No, I left it here."

We spent about ten minutes looking for the lost 
purse before Rhonda left in her own car to get the 
dry cleaning and groceries.

During the hunt for the missing purse, I arranged 
to go out to the car to get the missing purse and 
smuggled it into Barb's room.

Helen found the purse an hour later. Her irritation 
had dissipated but she was still very tense. Things 
were working out just fine.

My plan was pretty simple. We just had to keep 
Helen from releasing her sexual tension tonight and 
tomorrow morning. Then we would all disappear for 
the afternoon to go sightseeing. I would invite 
both Helen and Jack to come along with us but I was 
pretty sure that at the last minute, Helen would 
find some excuse to stay home. She would then call 
the Reverend Swenson and arrange for another 
session.

After that my plan got fuzzy. We needed to think of 
some way to get home and into the house quietly. 
The plan would accomplish two things. The girls 
would get their revenge on their mother and Jack 
would find out that his wife was cheating on him. 
The latter was more important to me than it was to 
the girls. Jack wouldn't believe that his morally 
pure wife was fucking around on him unless he 
caught Helen screaming in orgasm with the pastor. 
As plans go it was pretty incomplete. It was the 
best we had though.

.

Dinner was actually pretty lively. Reverend Swenson 
was a very personable and gregarious young man. He 
was able to talk knowledgeably about my field 
(computers) and Barb's field (stock broker). He 
also seemed interested in Rhonda's line of work. 
The only hint I had that something was wrong was 
the faint flush that never quite left her cheeks.

Barb and Rhonda volunteered to do the dishes so 
that Helen and Jack could go to church for the Good 
Friday services. They finally left at 6:30 that 
evening. We had the house to ourselves for about 
two hours.

We spent the time discussing how to get Jack back 
to the house without actually telling him that his 
pastor was boinking his wife. A dozen plans were 
proposed and discarded as fatal flaws were found or 
complexity grew.

When Jack and Helen returned at 9:00 we starting to 
snipe at each other and still had no plan.

After Helen and Jack went to bed we watched some 
idiotic teenage T & A comedy on cable. Barb and I 
made out while we watched the movie. Rhonda watched 
us as well as the movie so we headed for bed as 
soon as the movie was over. I had though of a few 
things that would help keep Helen away from me for 
the rest of the night.

I locked my bedroom door and the hallway door to 
the bathroom. Nobody could get into my room unless 
they went through Rhonda's bedroom first. Barb was 
going to spend a couple hours in Rhonda's room 
talking about old times. If Helen went for another 
midnight sex hunt she would find her self blocked. 
At least we hoped she would be blocked. I was 
getting too tired to care.

I was too tired to sleep when I finally lay down. I 
could hear Barb and Rhonda talking and giggling as 
I tossed on the bed. I briefly considered getting 
up to join them. I dropped the idea when it 
occurred to me that I would be sitting next to Barb 
while she was dressed only in a night gown but I 
wouldn't be able to make out with her.

I sighed as I contemplated the screwed up weekend 
that was not even half over. I heard my doorknob 
rattle quietly as someone tried to get in.

I held my breath as I listened intently. A few 
quite footsteps. A creaky floorboard. A quieter 
test of the hallway doorknob to the bathroom.

Rhonda's bedroom door opened. The girls stopped 
talking. The girls spoke quietly for a few seconds. 
A barely audible goodnight followed by a brief 
period of silence. A fit of giggling ended the 
episode. I smiled and fell asleep.

"Sam," somebody whispered to me. I jerked awake.

Shit I thought to myself. Helen got around all of 
our barriers.

"Sam. It's Barb." The voice was now recognizable as 
Barb. I relaxed a little.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" I 
whispered back.

"Rhonda broke out her toys and is playing with 
herself. I got horny and came in here to get laid." 
Barb wrapped her hand around my cock. "I prefer a 
piece of ass to a piece of plastic. "Think you're 
up to the job?"

I pulled Barb to my chest and kissed her. I was 
surprised to find that she was already naked. We 
kissed and groped quietly for a few minutes. I 
tried to lay as still as possible to avoid the 
squeaking springs. I heard the faint buzz and gasps 
from Rhonda's room. Barb hadn't bothered to close 
the connecting doors of the bathroom. I hadn't made 
love with an audience before. I hoped my 
performance wouldn't be inhibited.

It wasn't. I entered Barb in one quick stroke. Barb 
played with her clit as I thrust in and out of her 
sloshing cunt. I was sure the damn bedsprings were 
making enough noise to bring down the wrath of Jack 
but I was too aroused to care.

Barb's breaths grew short and ragged. Her whole 
body shook as her orgasm overwhelmed her. My own 
orgasm quickly followed. Helen had gotten me horny 
that morning and I hadn't cum all day long. I made 
up for it by dumping a quart of cum into Barb's 
pussy. I collapsed beside my lover satisfied at 
last.

"God, I needed that!" sighed Barb 

"Way to go, you two." I opened my eyes to see 
Rhonda standing naked in the doorway looking at 
Barb and me. I was too blissfully satiated to 
bother covering myself with blankets. Barb seemed 
equally unconcerned with her nudity.

I nudged Barb. "We have an audience. Should we 
cover up?"

Barb laid her head on my shoulder and draped an arm 
over my chest. "Tell her to go away. I'm going to 
fuck you again as soon as I have a little nap."

I shrugged my free shoulder at Rhonda. "She might 
be ready in a little while but I may need a little 
longer to recuperate. Could you toss me a towel on 
your way back to your room? Barb's leaking cum all 
over my bed."

Rhonda disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds 
later she tossed me a bath towel.

"Put this between you legs, honey," I whispered to 
Barb as I placed the towel against her bare 
breasts. She mumbled thanks and rolled over still 
leaking cum. I got out on the other side of the bed 
and passed Rhonda on my way to the bathroom.

Rhonda closed her door while I was pissing into the 
toilet. I washed my hands and cock before I tried 
her door. It was unlocked.

Rhonda was sitting on her bed holding her hands 
over her eyes. I sat beside her on the bed. I was 
careful to leave a few inches of air between us.

"When did you decide you were a lesbian?" I asked 
quietly.

"When I was in high school. I tried to be like the 
other girls. I even tried to have sex with some of 
the boys but it was just. just. just nothing. I 
always had to use something for lubrication so they 
wouldn't hurt when they fucked me. I never had any 
problem when I had sex with the girls. After a 
while I just stopped going out with anyone but the 
boys I knew were gay." Rhonda cried quietly for a 
minute.

"How did you figure it out?" asked Rhonda between 
sobs.

I shrugged my shoulders. A wasted gesture because 
it was dark in the room and Rhonda still had her 
eyes covered with her hands.

"It wasn't one thing, Rhonda. You caught me taking 
a leak yesterday morning. You weren't embarrassed 
and you weren't curious. You just excused yourself 
and closed the door."

"I was just being polite and trying to avoid 
embarrassing you."

Rhonda had removed her hands from her eyes. Her 
cheeks glistened with tears.

"Yeah, that's one explanation. Later that morning 
Barb mentioned that you had seduced a couple of her 
girlfriends along with her boyfriends. We know now 
that Helen was the one who seduced the boys. But 
you still were the one who had sex with her 
girlfriends."

"Some girls have sex with other girls and turn out 
to not be lesbians."

"Yeah. But tonight you tried to have sex with Barb. 
I don't know how far you got. I'm pretty sure she 
responded at least a little bit because she did get 
turned on enough to get lubricated. Barb's 
nightgown is on the floor in here. So she took off 
her night gown in this room before coming into my 
room naked. She probably got scared and left in a 
hurry. She came into my room and had sex with me to 
convince herself that she wasn't a lesbian."

"That's a pretty tenuous line of reasoning."

"Yes it is. How accurate am I?"

"Close enough. I was just playing around and got 
carried away kissing Barb. She started to respond a 
lot more than she intended. We were both naked on 
the bed when I tried to suck her breast. She got 
scared and ran into your room. I followed her to 
apologize but she was already waking you up. I went 
back to my room and used a vibrator to get myself 
off."

"You can apologize to her now."

"No. I can't face her. I'll just pack and go back 
to Denver."

"You've known her longer than I have. I've only 
known her for a year but I think she'll accept an 
apology. Hell, she's your sister. At least try to 
patch things up."

"I suppose your right." Rhonda sighed and got up.

"You might want to put on a night gown before you 
go back in there." I grabbed the two nightgowns off 
the floor and handed them to Rhonda.

Rhonda put on one nightgown. I sighed as the satin 
cloth slid over her breasts and covered her pubic 
hair. She looked so much like Barb.

I listened to the voices from the other room. Barb 
sounded hurt and angry at first. Then her voice 
began to waver. Eventually both sisters were crying 
and saying they were sorry. I let them cry alone 
for a while.

When things calmed down, I returned to my bedroom. 
I found my under shorts and put them on while Barb 
and Rhonda continued to hug each other and cry.

Barb was sitting on the edge of my bed still 
clutching her night gown. I crawled into the other 
side and gave her a peck on the cheek, said 
"G'night honey," and went to sleep. I didn't even 
feel her leave.

.

Barb woke me up early Saturday morning. "Get out of 
bed I want to get these sheets in the laundry 
before Mom finds the cum you managed to get all 
over them."

"I put it all in your pussy, dear. If you let it 
leak out that isn't my fault. I tried to give you a 
towel to soak it up. You preferred to sleep."

"Keep talking like that and your gonna be shooting 
your cum into you hand in the future."

"All right, all right. I'll help strip the bed."

"No. Just go take your shower. Rhonda should be 
done by now."

"Just trying to be helpful, dear." I got out of bed 
and went into the bathroom. Rhonda was wrapping her 
hair in a towel while she stood dripping wet in the 
shower.

"My turn to say oops," I said as I backed out.

"That's O.K. Just hand me another towel and you can 
have the shower."

I handed her the towel that was on the sink. Rhonda 
wrapped the towel around her body and got out of 
the shower. She pecked me on the cheek as she 
squeezed by me in the bathroom. My cock was already 
hard from the sight of her. She must have felt it 
on her naked thigh.

"Thanks for convincing me to stay last night. 
You'll make a good brother in law." Rhonda patted 
my erect cock through my shorts. "I'll tell Barb 
you need a little help with this."

I took a colder shower than usual. It didn't help. 
I just ended up horny and cold.

The morning passed pretty slowly. I managed to 
brush up against Helen several times while Barb and 
I helped prepare breakfast. I stood by her chair 
with my half erect cock in her face as I poured 
coffee for everyone. The flush in her cheeks never 
had a chance to fade.

By noon, Helen was almost ready to rip off my 
clothes and jump my bones right in the living room.

Just before noon, Barb pulled me into the backyard. 
"Rhonda and I think we have a plan for the coup de 
grace."

"Let's hear it."

"Rhonda's in there right now telling Mom and Dad 
that we want to take you sightseeing and we want 
them to come along. Dad's a cavalry buff and loves 
to show people around Fort Lincoln. That's a 
partially restored cavalry outpost about a half 
hour south of Mandan. Dad will leap at the chance 
to show you around. I will mention to Mom that she 
looks a little flushed and ask if she's getting a 
migraine. She should say yes and say she wants to 
lie down. She's used that type of excuse before to 
get out of these family outings. Now we know why."

"Well, that gets phase one of the plan going. What 
have you figured out for phase two; getting back to 
the house early and phase three; getting into the 
house and upstairs without alerting your Mom?"

"Getting back early won't be a problem. Rhonda is 
going to get sick in the car."

"Not in my car she isn't!"

"Don't worry. You'll be able to stop before she 
throws up. She'll lose her lunch alongside the road 
and we'll take her home."

"That should work."

"I'm going to leave the stereo on for mom. I'll 
have it playing one of my subliminal tapes that's 
supposed to calm you down. The music should cover 
any slight noises that we might make entering the 
house. We'll take Barb upstairs and I'll send dad 
down the hall to check on mom. You go with him and 
witness my mother fucking that horny pastor."

"There's still some room for things to go wrong, 
but it's the only plan we have. Let's get the ball 
rolling."

.

An hour later we were a few miles south of Mandan 
when Rhonda said she didn't feel well. I pulled off 
and listened to her upchuck. My stomach tied itself 
in knots listening to her.

Phase two was accomplished. We turned around and 
headed home. Jack seemed more disappointed about 
not showing me the fort than he was worried about 
his daughter.

"Loud noises make Rhonda feel worse, Daddy. Close 
the doors quietly when we get home."

Phase three was underway.

The reverends car was right where it was the 
previous day.

We entered the house quietly. And Barb whispered to 
her father. "Help me get Rhonda upstairs, Daddy. 
Just be quiet because Mom has a migraine and you 
know how sick she can get with them. Any loud noise 
can be very painful."

"Then why did you leave that tape playing?"

"The tape has soothing sounds and subliminal 
suggestions. Those should help Mom feel better."

I couldn't resist the temptation. "I'm sure she's 
feeling better already."

A sharp nudge in my ribs prevented any further 
comments on Helen's state of health.

We could hear the soothing music and forest sounds 
of the tape as Barb and her father helped Rhonda 
down the hall. We stopped at Rhonda's bedroom door. 
Barb whispered to her father. "I'll take it from 
here, Daddy. You go check on Mom. Just open the 
door. If she's awake see if she needs anything. If 
she's sleeping just wait for me down stairs."

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

"No. I can take it from here. You look after Mom."

I stood by Barb and Rhonda. Jack didn't knock. He 
just opened the door. The squeaking bedsprings, the 
gasps of pleasure, and the slurping sounds of a 
cock entering a vagina told the story. Jack didn't 
say a word. He quietly closed the door and looked 
at all of us. He was a totally defeated man. He 
walked past us without a word.

"Go help your father," I said to Barb and Rhonda. 
Revenge was not as sweet as they had figured.

I got the suitcases from the three bedrooms. Rhonda 
did have quite a collection of toys in hers. I 
placed the suitcases on the floor. Nobody was in 
the living room so I looked in the back yard.

Barb and Rhonda each had an arm around their 
father. He was sobbing quietly.

Jack looked up at me with a tear-streaked face. 
"Did you know about this, Sam?"

I nodded solemnly. "I found out yesterday. Just 
after the girls found out. I knew it wouldn't do 
any good to tell you but you had to know. We're all 
packed and we'll leave you and Helen alone to work 
out whatever you need to. I'm sorry, Jack. I wish I 
could have found some other way to tell you."

"I wish so too, Sam. It is better if you all just 
go now."

We were picking up our suitcases when Jack went 
upstairs with his double barrel shotgun.

Barb looked at her father worriedly. "You're not 
going to do anything crazy are you Daddy? I mean 
you're not going to shoot anybody are you?"

Jack sighed deeply. "No, honey. I'm not going to 
shoot anybody. Not myself, not your mother, and not 
Reverend Swenson. But I am going to scare the hell 
out of the Right Reverend Asshole Swenson."

Jack smiled at me. "Sam, do you want to watch a 
little show before you leave town? Just watch the 
stairs for a minute."

We put the suitcases down and backed away from the 
bottom of the stairs. A loud bang sounded as the 
bedroom door flew open. Several shouts quickly 
followed. A loud bellow silenced the general 
ruckus. A terrified and naked Reverend Asshole 
Swenson stumbled down the stairs. He halted when he 
saw us.

"Hey, Asshole!" shouted Jack. "You forgot your 
keys." He tossed Reverend Assholes car keys down 
the stairs.

The Reverend Asshole dropped them of course. He 
scrambled to pick up the keys.

"Could one of you lend me a coat please? I can't go 
outside like this." The man was trying to cover his 
dick and look dignified at the same time. That's an 
unsuccessful activity from the word go.

I looked up at Jack. He shook his head. "Sorry 
reverend. Jack says no. It's his house. I respect a 
man's wishes in his house. I suggest you get out 
fast."

Reverend Asshole headed for the back door and the 
alley.

"Use the front door!" roared Jack. "All of my 
guests with nothing to be ashamed of leave by the 
front door! Git!"

The Reverend got.

He was still scuttling down the street nude when we 
placed our bags in our cars. I heard the sirens of 
the approaching police cars. The sirens died away 
just around the corner. The squad car's bullhorn 
could be heard quite clearly telling some to lie 
down on the ground.

Helen came running out in her slacks and 
sweatshirt. She had not taken time to pretty 
herself up. She looked at Barb. "Your fathers gone 
crazy. You have to take me with you!"

Barb's face was a blank wall. "Sorry, Mom. There's 
no room in the car."

Rhonda's face was not blank. Contempt dripped from 
her words. "Nope. You're on your own here."

Two suitcases came flying out the front door. One 
split open as it hit the driveway, scattering bras 
and panties on the driveway. Helen shrieked in 
outrage.

Jack took the house keys out of her purse and 
tossed the purse out onto the lawn.

Barb looked at Rhonda. "We're headed to The Cities, 
Rhonda. You're always welcome to come for a visit. 
You can stay with me. I know that there are some 
clubs that cater to les. I mean people like you."

"How about now, Barb? I still have next week off. 
Denver isn't exactly overrun with lesbian and gay 
bars. Everybody says to go to Minneapolis if you 
want some action. I'd like to check it out."

"Stay close behind us when we get to the Clearwater 
exit, Rhonda.  Then you can just follow us on into 
Minneapolis."

"I will," shouted Rhonda as she slammed her car 
door.

I fired up my jeep and backed out into the street.


Rhonda's car was parked on the street and she 
followed me as I pulled away from Jack's house.  We 
left a screaming Helen banging on her front door.  
Just as we turned the corner where Reverend Asshole 
was still lying naked on the street, a Bismarck 
squad car pulled around the corner presumably on 
it's way to Jack's.

Barb kissed my cheek and squeezed my cock through 
my jeans as we merged into the eastbound traffic on 
I94.  "There's a rest area between Jamestown and 
Fargo," said Barb suggestively.  "Rhonda can be our 
lookout if you don't want to wait until we get 
home."

I hit the cruise control to increase our speed by 
another five miles an hour.

I smiled at her.  I really loved this woman.


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