I’m sorry these story updates have taken so long. If you haven’t read the whole thing, click on my username above “sucky_vacation” to catch up on the previous chapters. There should be two more chapters to wrap up the story and I expect it to run just over 60K words. This story and The Tutor have a special relationship, which is why I’ve written them together. Remind me never to write two novels at once again. ;-)
I hope you like them!
CottonNightie
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Chapter 13
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Jeff got up to go to the bathroom during the night. When he came back, Amy had rolled into his space on the crowded queen-sized bed they’d shared with Neal and Shelly. Their parents had obviously returned at some point because Uncle Bob ripped a muffled fart in the next room. Jeff chuckled silently as he padded softly to the other bed.
Lori sprawled there bonelessly, alone and wearing a long nightshirt, so he eased her over and joined her in the sheets. She made whiny objections to being moved but eventually rolled back to snuggle into his warm embrace with a sigh.
The familiar scent of sex still lingered when he pulled her close. It was strongest near her face. He smiled at the idea of Shawna being made helpless by his youngest cousin. As he drifted off to sleep, with Lori as his little spoon, he wondered briefly why Shawna had left.
Waking alone in the bed at dawn, Jeff yawned and stretched while Neal tugged on his shirt at the foot of the other bed. Both Amy and Shelly were still sleeping when Jeff glanced their way.
“Escape while you can,” Jeff whispered to Neal with a grin.
Neal grinned back and stood to slip on his flip-flops. “See you at breakfast,” Neal whispered in return and slipped quietly out the door.
The bathroom door opened and Lori plodded back to bed with tousled hair and her eyes mostly closed. Crawling up from the foot of the bed on her hands and knees, she collapsed into the pillows with a huff. Jeff tugged the sheets over her body and kissed her forehead. A warm hum was her only response.
After a quick shower, Jeff got dressed and headed to breakfast just as his cousins and their parents were stirring. He spotted trouble the moment he saw Shawna sitting alone in the buffet dining room with her face over a coffee mug. A thin smile formed when she spotted him, but it didn’t quite reach her sleep-deprived eyes. He hurried through the buffet to get a large coffee and a breakfast sandwich.
“Hey,” he said as he sat down at the table next to her.
“Hey yerself,” Shawna said, then tipped her coffee cup to her lips.
“You didn’t stay last night.”
“Lori’s a bed hog,” Shawna said with a chuckle. “And there was no more room in yours.”
“Did everything go okay last night?” Jeff asked as he watched her face.
Raising her eyebrows and looking down, she shrugged. “It was… enlightening.”
“Lori seemed fine this morning,” he added carefully.
“Oh, aye, that little minx would be,” Shawna said with a reflective smile. “Fucking insatiable.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Jeff offered.
“I’m not even sure what to say.” Shawna drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly while avoiding his eyes. “It was completely different than I expected.”
Jeff felt a tickle of worry. “What did you expect?”
“Something like when the three of us were together. Me leading her along the merry path. Intense, maybe, but still light and fun, ya know?”
“So what happened?”
“It started with that kiss during the fireworks by the lake.” Shawna laughed and looked away. Then she whispered, “Last night I utterly lost myself in her.”
Jeff sipped his coffee while he waited for Shawna to continue.
“She had me on my back foot from the first moment. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, so we just started, kind of, playing.” She looked upward with a thoughtful expression. “Remember the *first time* you were with someone? That shivery sense of wonder and exploration? It was like that times a *thousand*. She was so responsive and inquisitive and… bloody *joyful* about the whole thing. It made me feel as sexy and daring as I’ve ever felt before.”
Jeff felt a tug of envy but pushed the feeling down to reach for Shawna’s hand to comfort her. She was clearly conflicted about what happened.
“I still can’t believe I did all those things with her.” Shawna rubbed her face with her free hand and chuckled. “God, I can still smell her on me, and I *like* it.” She continued in a whisper. “I never expected to like it so much.”
“I noticed Lori still smelled like you this morning, too,” Jeff said and tightened his grip on her hand.
Shawna turned to face him at last, worry creasing her brow. “Are you okay with all this?”
Jeff gave her question some thought before answering. He and Shawna had an undeniable connection, but it wasn’t deep enough to bridge the long distance that separated their respective countries. Exploring with his cousins had inherent limitations as well, despite the excitement of being with them.
He smiled to reassure her and said, “Yeah, I really am. If you want to keep on without me, I’ll totally understand. Seriously. Take the time you need to figure this out while you have this opportunity.”
She hugged Jeff hard. “You’re the best.”
The remaining members of their group came into the dining area with a chorus of laughter and conversation. He noticed Shawna pull back and look for Lori with a beaming smile, all traces of her previous worry blown away when Lori waved excitedly.
Jeff returned to his breakfast sandwich and coffee while the rest joined them. Neal and Richard dragged tables together until there was enough room for them all. Amy plopped down next to Jeff and gave him a bright smile.
“Good morning,” Jeff said as he reflected her happiness with a smile of his own.
“Yes, it is,” she replied with a smirk. Her eyes darted over his shoulder with a knowing smile and Jeff turned to see Lori sit next to Shawna. “Lori floated around the room this morning. It may not my kind of thing, but it’s clearly hers.”
“Yup,” Jeff agreed around a bite of his breakfast sandwich and lifted his chin to her other side. “Neal and Shelly seem more smitten than ever.”
The two of them were sharing a breakfast tray and couldn’t stop smiling at each other. Amy nodded and turned back. “Yeah, he really rang her bell last night. So it looks like it’s you and me today.”
“You’re not exactly a consolation prize,” Jeff said before leaning in to place a long, sensual kiss on her lips. He hadn’t considered their parent’s reaction to the display of affection between them until the murmur of conversation on that side of the table stopped.
Nessa rolled her eyes and whispered something to Richard, who tried not to smile. Uncle Bob sat red-faced as he stared down at his half-eaten breakfast. Aunt Jackie rubbed Mom’s shoulder and nodded toward Jeff, while Dad had a resigned expression and avoided looking at anyone.
“Jeff?” Mom whispered to him after he and Amy parted. “Can I speak to you for a moment? In private?”
“Sure, Mom,” Jeff grumbled.
He knew it was too good to be true. Just the day before, their parents had agreed to allow them to have safe sex. Being confronted with evidence of their affection at breakfast must have crossed an invisible line. Jeff picked up his trash and coffee to follow her away from the table. Amy wrinkled her brow in puzzlement when he glanced back at her.
Mom led him away from the eating area and into the sprawling lobby of the resort. He dropped his trash in a nearby receptacle and sipped from his half-full coffee cup. Mom stopped in a secluded corner of the lobby with two chairs and a couch. She gestured to the couch and sat next to him when he sat.
“What’s up?” Jeff asked.
Mom shifted uncomfortably and avoided his eyes. “I need to talk to you about something important.”
“Okay,” he said and pushed the worry those words brought away.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before starting. “You obviously found out about Jackie and me the other night.”
Jeff felt his stomach tighten. He didn’t like being reminded of his mother and aunt as lovers. The comments he’d overheard through their adjoining door also lept to mind. They had been talking about Jeff not knowing something.
He nodded, his mouth suddenly slick. “I *really* don’t want to talk about your sex life.”
“It’s something else.” She paused again to gather her thoughts.
“Or mine,” he said with a forceful tone and a significant look.
Mom swallowed. “This isn’t going the way I planned. What I need to talk to you about happened a long time ago.”
He leaned back as old memories surfaced again. “I remember running around naked when I was little with a bunch of other naked people.”
That comment made Mom sigh and look up at the ceiling to shake her head. “Jackie and Bill were right. They told us we should have stopped going sooner.”
“So we were all nudists or something?” he asked.
“Naturists,” Mom clarified with an embarrassed chuckle. “Nevermind. It was a phase we went through years ago.”
“Okay, that’s not so bad, I guess.” Jeff sighed at the revelation, hoping she was finished. “So that’s it?”
Her face tightened and she shut her eyes for a moment. “Your father is infertile,” she said in a rush as she wrung her hands nervously. “Something to do with enlarged veins.”
That news made Jeff’s skin prickle. The realization of what she was saying jumped out of his mouth in a gasp. “Uncle Bob?”
Mom nodded as tears filled her eyes. “We didn’t bother telling you about this before because it really doesn’t matter to us. The four of us all lived together for years before you were born. We even all slept in the same bed. We’d probably still live that way if Bob hadn’t gotten that fantastic job in Seattle.”
Jeff had to stand up to catch his breath. Dad wasn’t his biological father? Uncle Bob had gotten his mother pregnant before he and Aunt Jackie had even started their family. “The girls aren’t my cousins. They’re my half-sisters.”
“Since Jackie and I are identical twins, they’re closer to full sisters.” Mom said as she reached for his hand to tug him back down to the couch. “That’s another reason we’re worried.”
Jeff allowed her to pull him down, feeling numb as he tried to process what she was saying. “Why are you telling me this now?”
“Bob is having a really hard time with the girls growing up. For some reason, the fact that you’re his biological son is making it worse for him. Amy has always been his wild child but she never dated seriously. Shelly’s the quiet and playful homebody. Lori is curious and loves to explore. She’s his favorite, even if he won’t admit it. This is the first time he’s really been confronted with their sexuality. He’s mostly worried about you pushing them too fast.”
“He’s *never* liked me,” Jeff growled, his anger growing at all the games and lies. “I never really understood what his issue with me was, but now it makes a sick sort of sense. Why the fuck did you have to tell me about *Uncle Bob*?”
“Because their girls are younger than you and he’s worried about them being able to give consent,” Mom said, her own ire rising.
Her hypocrisy made his blood boil. “I never *once* initiated anything sexual with them and never pushed them to do *anything*,” he snapped. “I was perfectly happy chasing around Christina and Shawna. Amy was the one who started—” Jeff bit off his comment as he reigned in his temper. “Nevermind. What happens between us is none of your business, any of you. Leave me out of your fucked up lives.”
His mother drew back with a creased brow. “Wait, we all assumed—”
“Fuck me,” Jeff muttered and pressed his palms into his closed eyes. “*Why?* Because I’m older and a guy, so *obviously* I’m the only one with a sex drive? Did you all somehow miss what happened between Amy and Mario Rivera? Or what’s going on with Shelly and Neal?”
Mom’s eyebrows drew together as her face paled in shock. “Are you saying—”
His temper boiled over as he lost control of his voice. “I never even wanted them to come on this fucking vacation in the first place! Now that we’ve finally worked through everything and found a connection with each other, you’re more worried about Uncle Bob’s feelings than you are about me finding out he’s my fucking *sperm donor*?” Jeff gave her a disbelieving shake of his head. “And to top it off, now you tell me we’re both fucking our sisters!”
“Jeff, calm down,” Mom hissed as she looked around to see if anyone heard them arguing.
“No, fuck this and fuck you,” Jeff said as he stood to glare down at his stunned mother. “I can’t believe none of you simply asked us about what was going on. First, you tell me Dad isn’t my dad and then that *Uncle Daddy* can’t handle his three teenaged daughters growing up. Well, fuck him, too! He’s *not* my dad!” Jeff shook in rage as he stormed off.
“Jeff, wait,” his mother cried as she lunged to catch his arm. He jerked away from her grip and ran for the exit.
Hot tears seared his eyes and nose until he sniffed them away. He pushed through the glass doors to the outside and ran as fast as he could through the resort grounds, hoping to lose his mother and give himself time to think.
The curving paths eventually led him toward the rear of the resort. He pounded out on the wooden footbridge that spanned the lake connecting their resort to another one on the other side of the water. As the ache in his side spread to the middle of his chest, Jeff paused to lean over the bridge railing, heaving for breath and trying not to throw up.
Memories of growing up with his dad cut him to pieces. They had spent time together doing projects around the house and with the Scouts. Dad had taught him how to kick a soccer ball and swing a baseball bat. Then there were those awkward early conversations about puberty and sex. He felt his chin quiver as all those memories shifted painfully to fit into his new reality.
*Fucking Uncle Bob.* That stupid gas bag was his biological father. The mental image of him screwing Mom forced his eyes shut. Little things came back in the darkness as he pressed his palms to his forehead. He couldn’t recall if Uncle Bob had ever touched him. Not even a handshake or a pat on the back that he could remember. He barely spoke to Jeff beyond being polite. It was like he was ashamed of what he’d done. *Ashamed of Jeff.*
This early in the morning there wasn’t much traffic on the bridge, so when footsteps slowed near him he looked over to meet Dad’s pain-filled eyes.
Jeff pushed down the ache in his chest and tightened his jaw. He faced his father with his hands clenched into fists. “I don’t care what Mom said. You’re my Dad. You’re my fucking *Dad*!”
Dad opened his arms to his only son and nodded. Jeff hugged him tightly, crying into his father’s strength in a way he hadn’t since he was young.
“And you’ll always be my boy,” Dad whispered into his hair.
The moment lasted until Jeff got himself under control and swallowed down the last of the tears. He pushed back to create some distance between them, wiping his face dry. His breathing finally slowed closer to normal, but now he had the hiccups.
“Well, your mother certainly fucked *that* all up,” Dad said as both of them turned to lean their elbows on the bridge railing.
Jeff couldn’t think of anything to say out of the swirling hell in his head. *Hic!*
“Bob’s beginning to realize he fucked up, too. When I left, his girls were ripping him to pieces about blaming you for what’s been going on. I thought Shawna and Nessa were gonna kick his ass.”
Jeff shivered again at the thought of Uncle Bob being his father. *Hic!* “I wish I didn’t know.”
“*Hell is knowing*,” Dad sighed. “That’s how I think of it anyway. Knowledge is like a one-way street. Once you know something, you can never unknow it.”
Jeff barked an ironic laugh that was interrupted by a hiccup.
“That’s what the story about the tree of the knowledge of good and evil is all about. Innocence and ignorance protect you in a way. It’s probably why some parents are overprotective like Bob.”
“Yeah, I guess I can see that,” Jeff said. He thought about the other things he wished he could unknow, like Ruth and that summer at church camp. How different would his life be if the first time he’d had sex had been with someone who actually cared about him? He had been motivated to help Amy, Shelly, and Lori learn about sex and intimacy if only to help them avoid the kind of pain he’d suffered.
Dad put an arm around Jeff’s shoulders and squeezed him close. “So are you about ready to come back and put this behind us? Your mother is a mess and we’re all worried about you.”
“I don’t think I’m in the mood,” Jeff said as he took a steadying breath. “I’m going to hang out around here by myself. I need some time to think.”
Dad sighed deeply as he nodded. “I understand, but the others may not. Amy was particularly upset when I left to look for you without her. Call me if you want to meet up later.”
Jeff nodded and looked over at his dad. His *real* dad, biology be damned. “Thanks.”
“I know you’re hurting right now, but we’ll get through this together.” Dad nodded in return and started back to the resort.
Jeff held his breath and fought the hiccups to a standstill before he left that spot on the bridge. He took a meandering path back to their room in the hopes that everyone would already be gone. When he opened the door, he saw Amy curled up on the bed closest to the bathroom. Her eyes popped open at the sound of the door.
“Jeff?” she asked as she squinted at the sunlight streaming past him.
“Yeah,” he murmured as he shut and locked the door.
She rushed to him, the beads in her braids clicking softly until she had her arms around his waist and her face buried in his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
“*You* didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then I’m sorry my dad is such a dick,” she said against his t-shirt.
Maybe it was selfish of him, but Jeff didn’t want to be the only one bearing the weight of the morning’s revelation. “*Our* dad.”
Amy pulled and met his eyes with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry. They hid it from us, too.”
Jeff felt a confusing mix of surprise and anger. “So everyone knows now?”
“Your dad told us. He said he was sick of the secrets.”
“Good.” Jeff pinched his lips and nodded his head. “Me, too.”
“Does this change anything between us?” Amy asked with a diffidence she didn’t normally show.
“Why should it?” Jeff sighed. “We already knew we were related. What’s one less degree of separation?”
She resumed the strong hug and murmured into his chest, “Good.”
Jeff kissed the hair on the top of her head. “I’m sorry to ruin your day at the park. You don’t have to stay with me.”
“Me staying was the only way to get Neal, Shelly, Shawna, and Lori to go. I’ll text that I’m with you so they can stop worrying and have fun.” She pulled her phone from her back pocket and started tapping.
“Feel free to join them if you want. I’m probably not going to be fun to be around today.”
Amy put her phone away and tugged at his shorts to pull him against her. “Maybe I can be fun enough for both of us.”
Jeff gave her a half-hearted smile before she stood on her toes to kiss him. He flowed into the kiss, allowing her to ease his anger and confusion. The feelings weren’t gone, but his rising desire muted the pain. She ran her hands under his shirt, giving him chills at her touch.
She led him back towards the bed, stopping their kiss to draw her t-shirt off over her head. Her beaded hair rattled as it fell free around her shoulders. The snug sports bra she wore soon followed while Jeff took his own t-shirt off. Her pink nipples were standing proudly on top of her swelling curves.
They came back together next to the bed and Jeff gloried feeling her breasts against his chest. He stroked up the soft skin of her back. She shivered when he reached under her beaded braids to stroke her neck. Mouths opening to devour each other, Amy began to unbutton Jeff’s shorts and shoved them down with his underwear.
Jeff moved his hands down, easing her elastic shorts down far enough to cup her bare ass. She squirmed in his arms and pushed herself against him. Feeling her downy hair rubbing against his cock brought it fully to life. She was already wet for him.
Jeff eased her back into the bed. She scooted backward with a wide grin. The beaded braids slid over her breasts, concealing enough to make his mouth water. As she moved, the trim line of hair between her thighs opened to expose a pink center. Jeff couldn’t resist.
Amy groaned as he moved her thighs apart. He pressed his mouth along her thigh until she got her fingers into his hair. To relieve the pain in his scalp, he kissed where she directed him. His lips and tongue opened her fully as she arched herself into him. He slid a finger inside her, sliding along the top of her channel until she squealed.
“Right there,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
Amy rocked into his mouth, while Jeff kept his tongue and fingers moving in a steady rhythm. When she suddenly froze in place, Jeff felt her pulsing against his lips. Liquid dripped from his chin as he focused on keeping her on the edge as long as he could.
Finally, Amy pulled at him to settle him between her legs. “I need you.”
“We need a condom,” Jeff insisted as he stared at her flushed face.
She shook her head. “My period is starting tomorrow. I want you just this once with nothing between us.”
Her wet heat surrounded him as she pulled at his hips. Jeff waivered, knowing she was unprotected, but she lowered her hips in to capture his tip. Before he could do more than hiss, he was inside her. She was exquisite. He lost himself in her as they moved together.
She gasped and bit down on his shoulder as her body convulsed in pleasure. Jeff held himself back to give her more time, but it took all he had. She tugged at his ass to get more of him inside her. Jeff ground hard against her with circular motions until she screamed his name and dragged her nails up his back.
That was all he could take. With a last flurry of thrusts, he gave her all she asked for. Filling her up seemed to drain all his strength away, leaving him crushing her as her arms and legs wrapped to hold him there.
“Don’t move,” she whispered and then blew cool air on his neck and shoulders.
“I’m not sure I can,” he admitted.
After a few moments, Amy hummed in deep satisfaction. Jeff felt the vibrations around his softening cock and tried to press back into her. Rocking slowly as they kissed, Jeff kept moving into her until he recovered his erection.
Amy met every thrust. Soon she was gasping his name again, tugging hard on his shoulders to give herself more leverage. The constant litany of his name encouraged him. After a wild cry, Jeff drove her over the edge without feeling the need to join her yet.
Slowing after she collapsed, he kissed down her face and neck to suckle at her breasts. Without completely leaving her body, he kept pushing deep inside her as she traced her fingertips through his hair. With his weight off of her, he blew cool air over her breasts and stomach.
“I want to try something,” Amy said as the air conditioner rattled.
Jeff released the suction from her pebbled nipple and looked up to meet her eyes. There was a wicked gleam there when she released him from her body. He waited as she rolled over on her stomach.
“Like this?” he asked her.
“Will it work?” she asked as she hugged a pillow close.
“Let’s see,” Jeff said as he moved on top of her.
Amy lifted her butt a little while Jeff took himself in hand to guide his way inside again. It took a few giggling tries, but he eventually slipped all the way in. He kissed her shoulders as he pressed himself in deeper, forcing her hips down as she tried to keep them raised.
“Oh yeah,” Amy moaned as she gripped the pillow tighter. “Fantastic.”
Jeff continued to stroke deep inside her. Chill bumps raised all over Amy’s arms and shoulders. He found a certain pressure and pace that made her hold her breath and push back hard against him. Keeping it going felt amazing as he slid in and out of her body.
Amy began to whimper and Jeff reached up to hold her hands. She gripped him like she was drowning. Her fingers crushed his. Watching her bite the pillow, hard, was as erotic as a striptease. She whined higher until her body began to shake. Jeff kept going until she arched under him, then he pressed deep and held himself there as she squeezed him rhythmically in her liquid tunnel.
When her orgasm passed, Amy trembled from the aftershocks. Jeff kissed her cheeks, neck, and shoulders while whispering sweet words of how she made him feel. How beautiful she was. How proud of her he was. She only gripped his hands and shook, tears leaking from under closed eyelids.
“Did I hurt you?” Jeff asked as he pushed away from her.
“No,” she gasped and then laughed through her tears. “It was just so strong.”
He glanced down and saw they had made quite a mess. “Whoops.”
“What?” she asked as she wiped her eyes. “Crap.”
“It’ll wash off, Amy. It’s no big deal.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Amy laughed as she tried to get off the bed while keeping her thighs pressed together. “I came so hard it probably made my uterus cum, too.”
Jeff helped get her into the shower to clean themselves. Amy seemed embarrassed about her premature period, but Jeff kept telling her it was no big deal until she finally seemed to believe him. After they cleaned each other off, Jeff left her to take care of herself while he placed a call to housekeeping for new sheets.
When Amy appeared, still naked, there was a tiny white string dangling until she found a pair of clean underwear in her clothes explosion. This time they were a white cotton pair instead of the colorful thongs and boyshorts he’d seen her in all week.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her dress. Again, he was struck by how graceful she was as she put on her bra, shorts, and shirt. She gave him shy looks as she dressed. When she was done she faced him with her arms on her hips.
“Let’s go have some fun today,” she demanded. “We don’t even have to find the others, let’s just go do something for us.”
“Okay,” Jeff said as his cock swayed when he stood. “Let’s go.”
“As much as I would love to see you like that all day, maybe you should put on some clothes.”
“It’s probably for the best,” Jeff agreed and pulled her into his arms for a deep kiss before getting dressed.
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