Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twelve

While the parents were talking, the kids were talking too, of course.

"What happened?" asked Jack.

"He finally did it."

"Did what?"

"The night before last, we talked and then I asked him to help me, you know like your mom helps you.  And he did."

"Really?  My mom did too!"

"I thought they'd be too mad to do anything like that," said Mandy. "But I was so horny!  The thought of not getting to see you made me crazy."

"Me too.  I grabbed her boob!" he whispered.

"All I did was sit on his lap and rub against him, sort of like when I rubbed against you at Claudia's. Except he had on his PJs and I had on my panties. But I did kiss him when I was cumming.  It was sooooo good."

"As good as when you're with me?"

"It's different," she said, knowing by instinct that she shouldn't place Jack either above or below her father.  "With you, I want it to go on forever.  With him I know it will be special, and I want to get there fast."

"I get it," he said.  "How I feel about you is completely different than how I feel about Mom.  Do you know what she did?"

"How could I know?"

"When I spurted, she caught it in her hands and rubbed it all over her breasts."

"On her shirt?!"

"No.  I forgot.  I got her to take her shirt off for me."

"That's weird. I took mine off for my Dad," she said.  "You said you touched her boob, right?  Was that while her shirt was off?"

"Yeah," he sighed.  "She feels so different from you."

"My dad grabbed both my boobs," she said.  "He squeezed my nipples and it made me cum."

"I squeezed one of hers and she shook all over, like she was shivering," said Jack.

"What do you think they're going to decide?" asked Mandy. "About us, I mean."

"I don't know," he said.  "I don't want them to keep us apart."

"That would be awful," she agreed. "I mean it would be easier if Daddy would do that to me every night, but I still want to be able to be with you."

"I think I could behave around you if Mom did that every night, too," said Jack.

Their conversation ended at that point, as they heard their parents coming back.

"No!" said Mandy, after Bob had laid out Plan A.  While the thought of being able to have sex with Jack any time she wanted to was making her mind whirl, she was looking to the longer term.  Like many girls, she was convinced she was in love, and that she and Jack would get married and be together always.

But that couldn't happen if Plan A was pursued.   The parents were plainly flabbergasted at her vehement disagreement.

"You can't do that.  We've already told you that if you get married, it will make us brother and sister.  What happens inside our houses is our business ... private ... but if you get married everybody in town will look at us like we're brother and sister.  We can't be happy like that, because we can never get married if that happens."

"But you won't really be brother and sister," said Bob.  "Your lineage is completely different."

"I know a girl named Becky Thompson.  Her mom got married three times and she has two different sets of step brothers.  Every time she talks about one of them she calls him her brother.  Not step-brother ... just brother.  And everybody else who talks about them calls them her brothers."

"I know one of her brothers," said Jack.  "Step-brothers, I mean.  One day he saw me looking at Becky and asked me if I thought his sister was hot.   He didn't call her his step-sister either."

"I don't see how it will matter whether we wait until you're eighteen or not," said Karen, frowning.  "Either way, you'll become each other's step-sibling."

"Where's your laptop?" asked Bob, looking at Karen.

She got it for him and he opened it.  He brought up Google and started searching.  He found dozens of pages related to "step-sibling incest" but none of them talked about marriage.  What they did talk about was how terrible it was.  There were a few on the other side of the fence, who pointed out that there was no blood relationship, but there were many more who thought it was perverted.  He didn't read those to the rest of them.

He fared much better when he changed the search parameters to "step-sibling marriage".  There he found dozens of posts by people who had engaged in that very pursuit, as well as posts by those who wanted to and were looking for information.  There were conflicting comments about what the law was, which made sense, because marriage law is almost always state law.

Of particular interest were the difference in the stories of those who grew up together and then got into a romance or marriage, and those whose parents had come together while the love birds were in their mid to late teens.

The ones who grew up together had a much rougher time of it.  The ones who had been adopted by a step-parent were flatly forbidden to marry, blood line or not.

Only the ones who confessed to falling in love after they turned 18 had less or no difficulty with the law.

One post said, "We went to a different city to get married.  We had different last names.  Nobody thought a thing about it.  Then we went to college as a married couple.  By the time anybody who had known us in the past found out about it, she'd already had my kid."

"Well," said Bob, closing the laptop. "There's good and bad news."

"What's the good news?" asked Karen.

"If they wait until they're 18 and never live together under one roof, they can probably get married without incident."

"You don't have to tell me the bad news," said Karen, her voice tight.  She looked at the kids.  "To allow for your happiness, we have to give up our own."

"There has to be something else we can do," moaned Mandy, who felt like she knew exactly how Karen felt.  She'd felt the same way when she thought she wouldn't be able to be with Jack any more.

"If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them," said Karen.

Jack raised his hand, as if he was in school.

"I have an idea," he said.  "What if we kept both houses, but only lived in one of them?  I mean, technically, our address would be different from their address."

"Wouldn't work," said Mandy.  "We have friends, and they come over.  They'd find out we were all living here."

"Who said your house?" asked Jack.

"Wherever!" said Mandy.  "The point is we have to live apart and they want to live together.  It has to at least look like we're living in separate houses.  It's fine for them to be going together and go out on dates and kiss in public.  Nobody will think a thing about that."

"So," said Karen, playing devil's advocate.  "What happens when you two are high school sweethearts and everybody knows it, and then we get married? You think they'll cut you any slack then?  I don't. I bet a dozen of them would tell you you have to break up, whether you've graduated or not."

Mandy bit her lip.  She knew how her friends thought, and Karen had pegged them pretty well.

"But that means we're all separated from each other," she moaned.  "Except you two can still go out on dates."

"Sometimes the things you want in life mean you have to make sacrifices to get them," said Bob.  "In this case, you want to be able to get married after you graduate. The sacrifice being required of you is to wait three years and then convince people that you didn't get interested in each other until after we got married.  The sacrifice you're asking Karen and me to make isn't about our happiness.  It's about yours.  There's nothing stopping us from getting married tomorrow ... except that we want you two to be happy too.  And, as parents, we're used to making sacrifices for our children.  But this is a big one.  If we do this for you we're going to have to be able to spend enough time together to keep our own relationship healthy."

"You can do that," Mandy assured them. "Whenever you guys want to have sex we'll leave you alone."

"I'm not talking about just sex," said Bob.  "Our relationship involves much more than just sex."

"Right!" said Mandy. "Whatever you need.  But can we ask for something too?"

"Shoot," said Bob.

"We could agree to your original idea and be able to live together and have sex and all that stuff," she said.  "But we're giving that up because there's more than sex to our relationship too.  We're thinking about the future.  But we need to be able to be together sometimes.  Like, maybe ... once a week?"  Her voice ended up on a hopeful note.

"That's too often," said Bob.  "You're on the pill, but the pill isn't fool proof.  Once a month would be safer, when you are least fertile."

"Would you be satisfied with once a month, Daddy?" she asked him, unabashedly.

"Twice a month," suggested Karen. 

"And in-between, if we get too anxious ... you'll still help us?" asked Jack, looking from Bob to his mother and back.

Bob sighed.  Mandy had told him all about it, no doubt.

"We'll give it a trial period," he said, instead of a yes or no.

"A trial period," Mandy repeated. "Can we start tonight?"

There had been more resistance, at least on the part of Bob, who pointed out that Mandy hadn't been taking her birth control pills for them to be fully effective. There were no condoms available either, because while Bob had intended to get some, he hadn't gotten around to that yet.

The disappointment, on the part of both Jack and Amanda was palpable.

"Doesn't the Quick Shop have condoms?" asked Karen.

"Go with him," said Karen, looking at Jack. "You need to know how to buy them."

It wasn't a "shopping" trip, and Jack didn't learn much about how to buy condoms. Bob, perhaps because he was still frustrated, saw the words "Heavy Duty" on a package and plucked that one from the shelf. All Jack learned was that if you toss a box of condoms on the counter and offer money, nobody seems to ask any questions.

Back home, the negotiations now final, Bob and Karen watched their children walk hand in hand to Jack's bedroom.  Karen's awaited them.

"Did you keep a few for us?" asked Karen, looking at the box in her son's hand.

"Crap!" groaned Bob.

There was a delay while the box was opened and Bob got three condoms out.

"Three?" said Mandy. "You're going to use three of them in one night?"

"I just took a few," groaned Bob. "I'm not counting them."

"Oh," said the girl, no longer curious. Just like that all she could think about was what awaited her in her young lover's bedroom.

"Three?" whispered Karen, in mock horror as Bob returned to her. Then she grinned. "You must be planning on keeping me up all night long!" She giggled as he frowned.

"I may not use any," he growled. "I'm not feeling all that sexy at the moment."

She laughed, and then brushed the front of his pants with her fingertips.

"I am convinced that I can resolve that issue," she said.

She didn't speak again until she'd gotten him into her bedroom and was in the process of disrobing.

"I just thought of something," said Karen, as she paused, topless, watching Bob's eyes as they ate her naked breasts up.

"What?"

"When we help them, we're going to get turned on and want to do more, just like they do."

"Maybe not, if we can be together more often," he said. "If I know I can come see you the next day, that will go a long way towards helping me resist."

"We can practice that right now," she said, pushing her panties down and sprawling on the bed.

As has been narrated before this, there was an almost eerie similarity between what was going on in Karen's bedroom and in her son's.

Both women found themselves on their backs, with a man over them, sucking avidly at their stiffened nipples.  Both men moved a hand to rub between their chosen mate's legs, feeling slippery lubrication there.  Neither man wanted to be masturbated, or sucked.  Both wanted to slide his aching bone deep into the willing female who spread wide for him.

Both men started out with their erections firmly encased in a heavy duty latex condom. And within a minute, both women were unhappy that the feeling they craved, that of a warm, "rough" penis in them, was muted by the thick, smooth latex.

There was a difference, however.

For Bob and Karen, the decision to remove that condom was tempered by the understanding of what the consequences of doing so were.

With the younger couple, Mandy simply said, "I don't like it. Take it off."

The only other real difference was that while Bob lasted almost ten minutes, Jack groaned and filled Mandy with his sperm in less than two.

Mandy didn't care.

She already knew how quickly he could get hard again.

The next morning it was the women who rose first.  Some might say that's because all the woman has to do is lie there, while the man does all the work.  But both of these women had learned that by being on top, she could have a string of orgasms before the man under her bucked, groaned, and ejaculated into her womb.  And both had done that more than once as the night passed.

There was some tension, at first.  Mandy, who was wearing Jack's robe, knew whose sperm still seemed to be making a warm ball in her belly, and that she wasn't supposed to know how that felt. And then there was the fact that the penis she had so lovingly rubbed against in the not-so-distant past, had recently been up inside Karen, making a warm ball of its own.  The fact that her father had been wearing a condom when that happened didn't really matter to her.

For Karen, the tension involved the fact that this young siren had seduced her son, a young man whose insecurities she was well aware of, and whose passion she knew well, too.

It wasn't so much jealousy that caused the tension.  It was more an unstated, even unconscious desire on the part of both women to experience what the other had.  And not out of curiosity, but from a position of honest, passionate love.

"How do you feel?" asked Karen, dropping into the role as "mom" easily.

"I'm a little sore, actually," said Mandy.

"You'll get used to that," said Karen, automatically. "Eventually," she added.

"The funny thing is that it's these muscles that are the most sore," said Mandy, pointing at her abdomen. "It feels like after we have a sit up test in PE at school."

Karen smiled.  "Believe it or not, I'm sore there, too."

"Well how about that," said Mandy.

"I want to talk to you about something," said Karen.

"Can I get something to eat first?  I'm starving."

"Of course," said Karen, who got down two boxes of cereal and then pulled the milk from the fridge.  Once they were seated, with bowls in front of them, Karen went on.

"You know how you felt last night, when you knew you were going to get to go in Jack's room and do whatever you wanted to?"

Mandy nodded.

"You wanted to have sex ... didn't you."  It wasn't a question.

Mandy nodded again.  Her days of claiming she didn't want to procreate were long gone.

"You were horny," said Karen.

"Sure," said Mandy.  "Weren't you?"

"Desperately," Karen admitted.  "And that's what I want to talk about.  We don't feel comfortable just letting you two do what you did last night whenever you feel like it.  And we've agreed to ... help you ... sometimes.  But what you need to understand is that while we're doing that, your father and I may have those kinds of feelings."

"You mean you'll get horny?"

"Yes," said Karen.

"Well, we'll be horny too," said Mandy.

"And that's the problem," said Karen.  "The first time you had sex, even though it was an accident, it was being horny that led up to it.  And last night both of you were horny and it didn't matter because you could do whatever you wanted to.  But if you and your dad get horny at the same time ... well ... another accident could happen."

Amanda's hand froze, halfway from the bowl to her mouth.  Her eyes widened. She understood exactly what Karen was alluding to.

"Do you really think so?" she whispered.

"Could you have stopped last night, once you were behind his door?"

"Maybe," said Mandy.  "I mean if I just had to I might have been able to."

"But you wouldn't have been happy."

"I'd have been miserable!" said Mandy.

"So now, imagine that you get horny at home and you ask your dad to help you, and then he gets horny and the two of you don't want to stop, but you have to.  And then imagine that happens a lot, maybe every day, because you can't do what you really want to do, so you don't get really satisfied, like you did last night."

"Crap," groaned Amanda.  She could imagine that easily.  She'd been frustrated a lot lately, and that was only when she ached to have Jack just kiss her.  Thinking of Jack made her look at Jack's mother.

"Do you think that will happen between you and Jack too?"

Karen nodded, soberly.

"But that's no way to live," moaned Amanda. "We'll all be miserable!"

"Well, I suppose it will be a little easier for Bob and me," said Karen.  "I mean he and I can still see each other and relieve all that stress."

"But what about Jack and me?" whined Mandy.

"That brings me to the only solution I can think of, and I'm not happy about it," said Karen.

"What is it?"

"We might have to do a little more than just masturbation when we help you," she said.  "Not everything ... but a little more."

"You mean to make the orgasm better," said Amanda, thinking of how fantastic it had been to have an orgasm while rubbing her pussy against her daddy's hard cock.

"Yes," said Karen.

"But not actually procreate," said Mandy.

"Of course not!" said Karen.

"Then what do you mean about ... more?"

Karen swallowed and then, unconsciously, licked her lips.

"You remember what I did for your father while the fireworks were going off?"

Mandy nodded.

"You've done that for Jack too," suggested Karen.

Mandy nodded again.  She'd already confessed that, and now only a slight blush stained her cheeks.

"It's possible you might need to do that for your father," whispered Karen. "If he gets too excited, I mean."

"You think so?" Mandy's voice rose.

"How does that make you feel?"

For Mandy, the answer was easy, but something told her not to admit it that quickly.

"I guess I could," she said, trying to sound reluctant.

"It's pretty satisfying to a man," said Karen.  "And when that's done, he won't be hard any more, and it will be less likely for there to be any ... accidents."

"I understand," said Mandy.  "Did you talk about this with Daddy?"

"No," said Karen.  "Not yet.  I'll be honest. We don't know what to do.  I just thought of it last night, while I was ..."

"Doing that?"  Mandy was the one who licked her lips unconsciously this time. "To Daddy?"

"Yes," said Karen, whose cheeks took on the same hue as Mandy's had earlier.

"Do you think he'll agree?"

"I don't know.  What do you think Jack would say?"

Her question referred to the concept of Jack thinking about his girlfriend going down on another man, but that's not how Mandy interpreted it.

"Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that.  He thinks you're hot."

"What?"

"He won't mind it a bit if you do that to him," said Mandy.  "He gets all worked up about how he feels about you."

"Oh!" sighed Karen, who finally understood Mandy was talking about Karen and Jack, not Mandy and Bob.  Hearing that made her uncomfortable.  The concept of performing oral sex on her own son should cause her to be disgusted.  The problem was, she was anything but disgusted.  And that made her uncomfortable.

"I think Daddy will resist, though.  He already feels bad about helping me."

"If he understands this is only to disarm his libido, I think he'll be more tractable," said Karen.

"I have no idea what you just said," admitted Mandy.

"He'll agree to let you do that if it helps him stop wanting to have sex with you," said Karen.

"Oh.  Okay."

"I wish there was some other way," sighed Karen.  "But I sure can't think of one.  We really screwed things up letting you two get as far as you did."

"Like Daddy said," responded Mandy, "Mother Nature would have driven us to it sooner or later anyway."

"I guess that's true," said Karen.  "But I don't have to be happy about it."

"So when will we talk to them about this?" asked Mandy.

"We need to be careful how we do that," said Karen.  "As you already know, Bob may resist, and the way Jack feels about you may cause him problems accepting it as well."

"Okay.  You know better about this stuff than I do."

"What does she know better than you do?" asked Jack, who came into the kitchen rubbing his eyes.  He had put on shorts and a tank top. Both women admired his muscles.

"Girl stuff," said Mandy, dismissively.

"Oh.  What's for breakfast?  I'm starving."

Bob was awakened by the odor of bacon sizzling in the pan.  He had to put on yesterday's clothes, but there was no help for it.  He didn't have a toothbrush either, but he used Karen's brush to flatten his hair and fluff his beard.

When he got to the kitchen everything looked so domestically normal that he smiled.  His daughter was sitting across the table from Jack, who was shoveling food into his mouth like a starving lumberjack.  Karen was at the stove, tending the pan.

The kids were talking to each other about something, so he went up behind Karen and reached around her to boldly cup her breasts.

"Morning, beautiful," he said into her hair.

"You, sir, are a cad, to accost a woman while she is defenseless at her morning work."  She bumped her butt against him.

"Is any of that for me?"

"It is."

"I need to bring a toothbrush over here.  And some clothes.  And you should do the same at my house."

"Do you think that's fair to the kids?"

"I think it's necessary. I probably don't smell good right now because I had to put on the same clothes I took off last night.  And I know I have morning breath."

"There is that," said Karen.

She'd been thinking about her talk with Mandy.  She wanted to talk to Bob about it too, but was worried he'd dig his feet in.  And they had some time.  After last night everybody should be able to get through three or four days without doing anything sexual.  She decided to talk to him later.

When Bob sat down, Karen got her coffee and sat opposite him.  It was Jack who decided to talk about the elephant in the room.

"So, when you let Mandy and me get together in the future, will it be like last night?"

"What do you mean?" asked Karen.

"Will we get to spend all night together?"

"You could probably be satisfied with less than all night," said his mother.

"I don't know," said the boy, honestly.  "Seeing Mandy wearing my robe is already making me feel things."

Mandy looked down to find that the tie of his robe had gotten loose and she was showing skin from her chin to her navel.  She tugged the robe closed again.

"Perhaps we should leave after breakfast," said Bob.  "Some separation might help with those feelings."

Jack looked distinctly unhappy.

"This is all still new to you," said his mother, reaching to touch his arm.  "It will get easier with time. You'll see."

"If you say so," he grumbled.

Bob and Mandy, also dressed in yesterday's clothes, did leave after breakfast.  As they drove home, Bob looked over at her.  She was sitting placidly in her seat, staring out the windshield.

"You okay?" he asked.

She looked over at him.  "Fantastic.  The question is, are you okay?"

"What do you mean?  I've done that before, remember?"

"Daddy. I know this is hard for you.  I don't think there are too many fathers who have sex in one room in the house while they know that their daughter is having sex in the next room over, and deal with that easily."

"You always have been a smart girl," he said.

"He makes me happy, Daddy."

"I get that.  And if you were older and married, I think I could deal with it pretty easily.  But you are neither. I'm worried you'll get your heart broken."

"I'm not," she said.

"Of course not.  Young people think they're bullet proof, that nothing bad will happen to them.  But it does.  Young people get their hearts broken by the thousands, every single day."

"Well, even if Jack breaks my heart, I'll always have you.  I don't have to worry about you doing that."

"True," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

"What for?"

"For letting me be as happy as possible."

"You mean for letting you have sex with Jack."

"I mean for caring about me enough to do that, and also for agreeing to help me between times, and also because you love me no matter how hard I make life for you."

"I still don't see why you need me to help you between times," he said. "You bought two sex toys."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"You've masturbated, right?"

"Of course," said Bob.  Admitting that to his daughter was a very small thing at this stage in the game.

"And has Karen done that for you too?"

"Yes," he admitted warily.

"And we all know she went down on you during the fireworks," said Mandy.

"Okay."

"So, what if somebody said that the only thing you could do from now on was just use your own hand, and none of those other things?  Would you be happy about that?"

"That's different," he said.

"Is it?  Yes, my vibrator is very helpful.  But that's like saying your hand is very helpful.  They both work, and that's fine, sometimes.  But sometimes we want a little more.  And we both know there is a little more.  All I want is to be able to choose, now and then, which way I think will satisfy me the best."

"What you aren't taking into account is that I have feelings too," said Bob.

"I know that."

"And while you're getting satisfied, what happens to me is that I'm getting frustrated."

"I know that too."

"Oh?"

"Karen talked to me about that."

"When?"

"This morning."

"I don't remember that."

"It was before you and Jack got up."

"Oh."

"Do you understand how important it is to me that you're willing to help me sometimes?"

"I do," he groaned.

"Well, I understand how important it is that you get to be with Karen, so she can satisfy you."

"Great," said Bob, thinking about having blue balls all night and the next day until he could get some privacy with Karen.

"And both of us realize that, when you help me, I might have to help you a little bit too.  Maybe.  Just once in a while."

"What?!"

"Well, think about it, Daddy.  Her hand feels good on you, right?  Wouldn't mine feel good too?"

"Of course it would, but what I'm doing is bad enough. I'll only feel worse if you start doing something to me too."

"Rubbing my cunny on your boner is already doing something to you," she said.  "And I know that, while feeling your hands on my breasts is fantastic, that it can be hard on you.  And Karen can't be there all the time.  I don't want to feel all happy and satisfied and then have it ruined by thinking about how hard I made things on you.  We're only talking about helping each other relax.  That's all.  It's not like we're going to have sex.   But you can still have sex with Karen.  And who knows?  Maybe that will satisfy you enough that you won't get so horny when you help me."

"I hope so," he said, softly.  "I really hope so."

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