Together Ssn 07 Ch 04 Where The Heart Is

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

Carrie Harper, 19, at home with her mom, Julie-Ann Harper, 42, is visited by someone she's known for a long time, but hasn't seen for a long while, Stacey Flynn, 18, with her father, Neal Flynn, 40. Neal ushers his daughter, "Stacey, go hang out with Carrie while I talk with Julie-Ann."

Stacey politely agrees, "Sure."

Carrie invites her guest, "Let's go to my room," leading the way upstairs.

Settling down in her room, Carrie surmises, "They obviously want their privacy. We could end up as step-sisters."

Stacey makes herself comfortable on Carrie's bed, wondering, "You really think so? Bit out of the blue, wouldn't it? Like, we've all known each other for a long time, but, it's also been so long since we were together; since before high school. A lot has changed."

Carrie thinks out loud, "That's why I think it works. It's romantic to have some mystery, even with someone you think you know," getting closer to Stacey on the bed with her smartphone in hand, continuing to say, "Speaking of which, can you keep a secret? From all of our friends and family?"

Stacey seems confused as she comments, "That gets me worried, but you can trust me. I wouldn't do anything to betray you."

Voice hushed, Carrie confides, "I do camming."

Stacey is unmoved by this confession, enquiring, "Camming? What's camming?"

Carrie smiles cutely as she brings up the site on her smartphone, showing Stacey a cam model stripping naked as tips fill the chat to make her vibrator buzz, elaborating, "No-one I know knows this, but I do this: stripping naked, getting myself off with these vibrators and dildos, and get paid for it. Some really good pocket money, at least."

Stacey sniggers, "You don't do this. You're lying."

Carrie comes out of the camming app, bringing up her banking app, flashing the balance and transaction history, detailing credits from, 'ccamsstud,' explaining, "That's Cummings' Cams Studios, which is the place I work for, making that."

Stacey has so many questions, but really only wants to know, "Why?"

Carrie shrugs, "Why not? It pays well, and I get to, like, satisfy a lot of those naughty feelings that creep up on me," chuckling a little, gauging her friend's reaction.

Stacey says, "You've really sprung a big one on me there. I'm so boring compared to you, like, guys have been trying to get with me, girls have been trying to get with me, and I'm so not interested."

Carrie curiously enquires, "So, do you, like, get yourself off?"

Stacey stares at Carrie blankly, replying, "No, like, I don't really even know what that means."

Carrie scrunches her face cutely in confusion, asking, "You never felt tingly, or excited by someone you have a crush on, or ever dreamed about getting together with someone, like, sexually speaking?"

Stacey thinks about this, asking in return, "Fuck, am I weird?"

Carrie answers, "No. Well, maybe a little bit to me, because I can't imagine not feeling those things or having those experiences. Like, you're in bed, with a cute girl, and she might be suggesting she wants to be playful, how does that make you feel?"

Stacey explains, "I'm not, like, against it, or anything, but I just don't feel that way."

Carrie struts her fingers on her friend's belly, asking, "Feel nothing?" Stacey shakes her head, and Carrie comes in for a kiss on the mouth. Carrie feels her friend kissing her back as she lays there, stopping to ask, "Now?"

Stacey simply shrugs, "No."

Carrie kisses her again just as deeply, pressing her palm to her friend's belly, gliding her fingers down to slip under the waistband of her jeans, scraping under the soft polycotton of her panties, feeling the growth of natural maturity as her fingers find her clitoris, rubbing it firmly.

Stacey turns her head away, and Carrie stops kissing her, letting her know, "There's that tingle, but, I don't feel anything else. I don't want to do this with you."

Carrie accepts her friend's decision, pulling her hand from her bottoms, resting it on her hip as she says, "At least now I know you can feel something," chuckling, "I'm such a fucking pervert."

Stacey agrees, "Yes, you really are. You surprise me because you used to be so shy. I think you only really opened up to me."

Carrie catches her friend up, "I am still shy, amazingly. When you moved away and I went to high school, I felt completely like a fish out of water, like, I was lost, but, Tracey and Lillie found me, and, we've been inseparable since, like we used to be."

Stacey jokes, "You replaced me then?"

Carrie chuckles, "Stop, fuck, it's not like that."

Laughing with her friend, Stacey asks, "Do they know about your... work?"

Carrie shakes her head, clarifying, "No. It feels way too scary to tell them. I don't know what they'll think, and I don't want to risk what we have."

Stacey understands, "Yeah, sounds sensible, like, this is all so private and personal. People could think of you differently, or treat you differently. It should be a secret."

Carrie tells her friend, "I only told you because, like, I needed to tell someone. It was building up like shaking a soda bottle, and I needed to twist the lid a little to let the pressure out, but without losing it all."

Stacey wonders, "So, you told me above telling your other friends, and you came on to me, so, like, I guess you see me as more than a friend?"

Carrie stares into Stacey's eyes, and seriously confesses, "I think you were my first crush when we were little. I definitely didn't realise at the time, and we were too young to know what that really meant, but, I keep thinking back on that time, just, like, feeling closer than anyone else. It's fine if you don't feel the same though," looking disappointed.

Stacey shares, "I remember those times well, and look forward to more with you, but I don't feel how you do. Like, if I let this be a thing, without that feeling, I would just be a puppet on a string, and it wouldn't be real, and I wouldn't be me. I do care for you though. Anyway, if our parents are getting together, we would be like step-sisters, and that would be wrong if we were doing it, and if they found out, we would be in so much trouble."

Carrie suggests, "There is a way we can know for sure."

Stacey intuits her friend's meaning, whispering, "We have to be quiet, like when we were kids."

The girls leap up off the bed, stepping out onto the landing. Sinking down softly onto their hands and knees, they crawl across the landing, sneaking as silently as they can to the top of the stairs, straining their ears to listen.

The spying teens hear shuffling and chattering below, becoming more distinct as their parents sound like they're taking a seat in the lounge, as Julie-Ann can be heard saying hushed, "Are you serious? Our daughters are upstairs."

Neal replies, "Don't worry. They'll be locked up in Carrie's room," calling loudly, "Girls?" The teens look at each other worriedly, not wanting to answer and give away that they're overhearing their parents. Neal calls again louder, "Girls?" The teens tremble as they stare at each other, unable to decide what to do. Just as they're about to shuffle back to Carrie's room, they hear Neal say to Julie-Ann, "See? They can't hear us."

Julie-Ann tells Neal, "It's just that I haven't been with anyone since him. I don't know how to do this."

Neal confides in Julie-Ann, "It's been the same for me since her. I knew, coming back here, that I had to come see you, at least for the girls, but I always liked you before."

Julie-Ann enquires, "As a friend?"

Neal admits, "That's a given, but, if I wasn't with her, and you wasn't with him, I would've wanted to be more with you than we were."

Julie-Ann remembers, "We were close friends. I guess that would've felt natural for us both."

Neal sighs, "It just really annoyed me feeling like I had to move away to accommodate her job, having to completely change my life, only to be humiliated by her like that. If only I could take it back, and realise it wouldn't work; then, maybe, we could..."

There's a pause in the parents' talking, and faint sounds of kissing, until Julie-Ann giggles like a little girl, "My head feels fuzzy. Must be the wine."

Neal notes, "You've barely taken a sip."

Sounds of their clothes ruffling filter through the room and up the stairs, and Julie-Ann sweetly admits, "I'm nervous."

Neal politely assures her, "We don't have to do anything."

Julie-Ann decides, "I think I want to. I haven't felt this way since I was at school."

Neal remarks, "Not that long ago then?"

Julie-Ann scoffs, "I'm old."

Neal smoothly says, "They say life begins at 40, so, we're both reborn and refreshed."

Definite sounds of closeness and kissing can be heard, as Julie-Ann worriedly asks, "Here? What if the girls come down and see?"

Neal assumes, "They won't."

Shuffling and smooching can be heard quite clearly atop the stairs, as the girls stifle breathy bouts of cheeky convulsion, with their hands clasped to their mouths to contain any outbursts that could give them away. Carrie sits up and signals to Stacey to come back to her room.

Once back in her room, Carrie quietly chuckles, "They seem really close."

Stacey wonders, "What do you want to do?"

Carrie beams a cheeky smile as she suggests, "I'm thirsty. Let's go get a drink."

Stacey stares wide-eyed at the suggestion, but gives in to the cheekiness, saying, "Lead the way."

The teens boldly leave the room and go downstairs. Coming by the settee in the lounge, they note the quick breathing and animated settling into their seats as their parents reach for their wine glasses. Julie-Ann looks particularly sheepish as she sips at her drink, unable to look the girls' way. Neal seems more natural, although excited.

Carrie calls to the parents, "Don't mean to interrupt. Just getting a drink."

Neal calls in response, "You're not interrupting. We're just catching up over wine; getting to know each other better. You girls doing the same?"

Stacey informs her father, "We are getting to know each other better. Like, we feel just as close as ever; maybe closer?"

Carrie hints, "What was it we were saying, Stacey? Sisters? We feel like sisters, like, we'll always be close, no matter what happens," acting like she's just had a brilliant idea, gasping excitedly, "You know what you should do? You two should get together. Like, it makes total sense. Mom is so lonely, and I know it would feel so good for her to have someone."

Stacey continues this train of thought, "And, Dad has done his best with me, but I can tell he's not exactly happy."

Carrie informs everyone, "Mom's not been very happy either. It hurts, doesn't it, seeing them like that, Stacey?"

Stacey answers, "It really does, so we would love it if you two did decide to be together, because seeing you alone makes us feel alone, and seeing you happy would make us happy."

Carrie pouts cutely, "Come on, please? Do it for us?"

Neal addresses the teens, "We would need to properly discuss it to see if that's something we both want. Julie-Ann?"

Julie-Ann shyly stares into her wine as she says, "I think that's a very sensible suggestion. We should discuss it properly, and see where things go."

Picking up from the fridge a couple of bottles of milkshake, handing one to Stacey, Carrie agrees with their parents, "That sounds very mature. Now, we should go back upstairs and be immature like when we were kids."

Neal laughs a little, calling after the girls as they head to the stairs, "You two have fun."

Carrie stops to say to their parents from halfway up the stairs, "You have fun too," chuckling as Stacey follows behind with a smile to the seated couple.

Julie-Ann hears her daughter's bedroom door slam shut upstairs, asking Neal, "Do you think they know?"

Neal replies, "I don't know, but they're right. Whatever we decide to do needs to be in their best interests, and not just for ourselves."

Julie-Ann confesses, "I really like you. I want to see where this goes. It just broke my heart hearing Carrie say she's been hurting because of me being on my own, and Stacey saying she feels lonely."

Neal suggests, "I know what you mean. They've always been like sisters, so I think they would really love it if we were together. I think Carrie likes me, and I know Stacey likes you. I can see it all working."

Julie-Ann puts down her glass on the coffee table, and reaches out her arms to Neal as she sits back, inviting him in to hold her, kissing her neck as she agrees, "I would've kicked him out years ago if you came to me like this."

Neal pauses his tender kisses to consider, "I think we both had to go through all that to realise we need this," resuming his attending to Julie-Ann's needs much more passionately, to her pleasant surprise. "It feels better after all this time; waiting, wanting," He reaches down under Julie-Ann's dress as she reclines, resting her head on the arm of the settee as he lingers gently atop her.

Julie-Ann declares, "You make me feel so young," welcoming the gentlemanly lover into her heart, and into her soul. Deep stares and gentle motions like floating on the waves of the ocean occupy their time together, with each touch bearing a cosy heat like the hearth of a log-fire.

Quiet and considerate, the couple indulge in sweet sensations, tingling like charges of static electricity shared between their embrace, darting delicately, edging each other closer to ecstasy, but not giving in to it, enjoying the bask of those urges like sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the seas, soaking in the radiance of the sunrise.

With intuition, reading each other's faces, the couple know the end is upon them, holding each other firmly as they fall into the crashing climax. Modestly, they adjust their clothing, in case of intrusion, continuing to lay in each other's arms, appearing innocently intimate.

Julie-Ann utters, "I haven't felt like that since before I had Carrie."

Neal nestles his head next to his companion, playing with the beauty's dress as he gets comfortable with her, saying softly, "These moments feel special, for sure."

Julie-Ann offers, "Move in with us? This place hasn't felt like a home for so long. Neither of us would be lonely?"

Neal seems serious with his face in thought, almost moved to tears as he gives his answer, "I'm sure the girls would love that."

Julie-Ann wipes a tear that rolls down Neal's cheekbone onto his nose, comforting him, "I know... I know..."