Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo
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While the parents were
talking, the kids were talking too, of course.
"What happened?" asked Jack.
"He finally did
"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
"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?"
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
"When I spurted,
she caught it in her hands and rubbed it all over her breasts."
"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?"
sighed. "She feels so different from you."
"My dad grabbed
both my boobs," she said. "He squeezed my nipples and it made me
"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."
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.
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
"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
"But you won't
really be brother and sister," said Bob. "Your lineage is completely
"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."
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
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
"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
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.
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."
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."
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
Mandy. "Whatever you need. But can we ask for something too?"
"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.
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.
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.
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.
"Of course!" said Bob, slapping his forehead with his palm.
"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.
"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
"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."
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?"
"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.
horny," said Karen.
Mandy. "Weren't you?"
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
"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?"
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."
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.
"But not actually procreate," said Mandy.
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?"
"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."
so?" Mandy's voice rose.
"How does that make
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.
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 ...
understand," said Mandy. "Did you talk about this with Daddy?"
Karen. "Not yet. I'll be honest. We don't know what to do. I just
thought of it last night, while I was ..."
Mandy was the one who licked her lips unconsciously this time. "To
Karen, whose cheeks took on the same hue as Mandy's had earlier.
"Do you think he'll
"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."
"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."
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
"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
"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."
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
"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.
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.
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
"I need to bring a
toothbrush over here. And some clothes. And you should do the same at my
"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
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.
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
Jack looked distinctly
"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
"You okay?" he
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,
"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
"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
"Well, even if Jack
breaks my heart, I'll always have you. I don't have to worry about you doing
"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
"Can I ask you a
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?"
"And we all know
she went down on you during the fireworks," said Mandy.
"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?"
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
"Karen talked to me
"I don't remember
"It was before you
and Jack got up."
"Do you understand
how important it is to me that you're willing to help me sometimes?"
"I do," he
"Well, I understand
how important it is that you get to be with Karen, so she can satisfy
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."
"Well, think about
it, Daddy. Her hand feels good on you, right? Wouldn't mine feel good
"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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