"A fucking hour to get ready and be at the field. I should have just showered at Horton-Dexter. Roger could have showered with me. Yeah, I wouldn't have been on time either way."
Piper Cherry pushed the speed limit in going home, driving wildly wasn't smart but it had to be done. Fortunately for her the Nashville PoPo were all on cOFFee breaks eating donuts. Nearing her housing division Hooters Crossing she took out a curb bitching at her idiotic clumsiness, big beautiful braless breasts dancing in the process.
"There goes a front end alignment. Fuck me!"
Four minutes later she pulled into her driveway and jumped out. Pussy on a hot thin roof she danced her way over her scalding hot concrete driveway by leaving her heels in her Ford Edge. Even her purse remained in the vehicle, cellphone and all. She was in that big of a hurry. Rushing in through her front door she was met with over joyous licks. Depending on whom she might have enjoyed it. Not her type!
"Get off me you Big Lug."
"I'm not on you."
"Not you!" She battled her dog Rotten who was a tad too excitable, her nephew Mace Belmont not even bothering to rescue her. "I don't have time Baby Boy." She held her Rottweiler like a dance partner as he licked her face and neck. "Quit trying to turn me on. I told you long ago we're only friends." She was teasing her dog turning them in step to shut her front door.
"Little help here?"
"I'm not going near him. He's been a humping legs, and you are leggy, since I got back home. You see the video I text you?" He had to laugh.
"I haven't had time to do anything but brake and accelerate." She finally had to push Rotten off of her and get stern, "GET OFF!"
"That's what Travis said." Mace chuckled.
"Nooooooooo!" Piper exhaled as if shocked then looked at Rotten, "You didn't!"
"Pretty close. I had a heck of a time pulling him off Trav. Funny as hell. Right after his shower he was even naked when it happened. I think Knox recorded it. Oh, he freaked out at your dildo stuck to the shower tile."
"Poor Travis." She pouted but still found the boys trauma slightly amusing. Removing her dress as she walked by Mace she had to kick at Rotten to avoid his sniffing. The scent of jizz attacked both males senses making Mace at least wince.
"You get laid?"
"No, just jizzed on. The Science Teacher Roger Dundee."
"Lucky guy." He chuckled.
"You need to stop, Mister! Let me get showered. Make me a grilled cheese to go."
"As if I don't have to change too."
"You've been here longer than I have, you should have been ready by now."
"Watching cable. Fresh Prince of Belmont." He mused, having watched Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire.
"That's what I'm saying, quit getting fresh with me all the time."
"Not gonna stop. You're stuck with me."
"UGGGGGGGH!" She shut her bedroom door for a moment's peace. While his back was to Rotten, Mace was taken from behind. The dance was not divinely. At least he was in the kitchen where Knox Hardecker couldn't record his misfortune.
"GET THE FUCK OFF!"
"That's telling him." She giggled hearing her nephew's panic. Better him than her. "Maybe I need to get Rotten a girlfriend." She turned the valve in her shower to prime the temperature, "French poodle? Naaaa! One whore in the house is enough. I could put him up for stud if I can find another AKC Rott." Her ten minute shower was the best ever, even backing into her plunger on the tile wall. Quicky! Thinking of Travis Herbert in the shower not long before her that quicky turned to icky. "Clean up your act Cherry!"
Mace avoided a shower of his own by locking Rotten in the back yard. Grilled cheese did sound good. Chef Belmont to the kitchen. Double cheddar!
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Speaking of showers...
Three women hogged the hot water competing for cleanliness. Sable and her Mother Josie occupied the only two showers available. Twin sister Dakota having brushed her teeth took the time to run downstairs in her underwear. Rose colored matching lace bra and panties to be precise. Stolen from her Mother's stash. Stalking her Father who was back inside his office she made sure he heard her whistling while passing by his opened door. Looking up to see her Henry McKellen growled.
"I shouldn't have let her know I caught on to her body double act. Kota is going to keep messing with me hoping I give in and do more. I don't mind the kissing and touching stuff if it's helpful but let's face it she's abusing it now." He stared at his computer monitor at the images he was designing of his character Mark and his daughters Montana and Bunny. "Yeah, this shit helps."
Seconds later Dakota returns with a juice box, "Wanna sip?" She sucked on her straw with devilish eyes.
"Hadn't you better get ready for the game?"
"I have a few minutes. Do you like my undies Daddy?" She twirls in step taunting him.
"Yours? I seem to recall seeing your Mother in those...that is when she wore underwear." He rolled his eyes.
"She doesn't need them anymore. Her loss my gain."
"Yes, they look very nice. I'm sure Angus will love those."
"He liked my other pair. Did I tell you someone stole my panties earlier in the week? Dress day, I went without. Corey Samson swiped them out of my book bag. Angus got them back for me."
"Jesus!" He pinched his nose realizing how much she was acting like her Mother. "You need to keep your bum covered Kota."
"My bum? You mean my bun? Buns?" She shifted in her stance to spank her left butt cheek with a curious sparkle in her eye.
"Those too. Don't be like your Mom...for me?"
"I'd do anything for you Daddy." She smiled then undid her bra with one hand. Taking it off her tits flopped free and said hello. "Anything but that. Gonna go now. Miss you Daddy." Off she went wiggling with intention.
"I'm dead." His erection wasn't. Work done for the day on Frisque, looking at his characters Montana and Bunny with Mark was just going to make it worse. He'd try to come home and finish his artwork early in the morning when it was quiet. If he had the energy. He didn't know what he was in for at Cashanova later.
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Upstairs Josie McKellen brushed and blow dried her shoulder length brown mane. scenting up with a whorishly yummy perfume. Eying herself in her bathroom mirror, finally seen through retreating steam she basked in her beauty. Setting her brush down she admired her tits from side to side. "Henry's right. The girls are perfect." That was a loaded response considering the trouble they were having of late with their daughters. A trouble barely beginning.
For now the thoughts were on this particular set of twins. "Faint hickies around my left nipple, I better be careful of Reese and his half courtship. Too many of these and Roman is going to catch on, Henry too but at least Henry would think it's from Roman. Of course Roman could think it's from Henry. Situation solved." She giggled, blame the other and enjoy the marks. The thing was, Reese and the other students were starting to get rougher. Choking would leave bruises. Spanked red marks from hands far bigger than her main lovers would leave a telltale sign. Sighing she shared a shrug with her own twin in the mirror, "So be it."
After laying out her dress earlier she knew what she was wearing. While Roman requested jeans, which would make sense, evening might get slightly cooler, she just wanted her sexuality to be seen more vividly. Piper Cherry to blame for this, there was no looking back in either of their minds. "If it does get nipply I can at least wear one of those new shirts Piper had printed up for the cheerleaders. Which reminds me Sable needs to go get her outfit from Piper before game time so she can change into it. I better warn her."
Opening her bedroom door which she realized was ajar she peeked her head out and looked down the hall. "Sable?" From the distance her daughter's door popped open and she too leered out, herself naked by the looks of it.
"Yeah?"
"You better hurry and run next door for your Swallow's uniform before Piper leaves. You don't want to have to change in the car."
"She's riding with Mace. Changing in his truck might be fun." Dakota popped her own door open in a three-way of heads.
"You need to butt out Dakota."
"Okay!" She opened her door all the way and mooned her Mother, well sort of she was still in her rose colored panties.
"Are those mine?" Josie tilted her head scowling.
"You don't wear undies anymore. So I adopted them."
"Fine! You're right. I need to get dressed. I just wanted to remind Sable."
"I'll head over in five minutes." Sable shared, "Can I borrow panties?"
"Yes. Hurry up over before your Father comes up here." In a mad dash hurry Sable streaked across the hall and joined her Mother in nudity. Not to be left out Dakota sprang into her own stroll and the three of them gravitated around Josie's dresser. Josie had her favorites so stood close to their treasure hunt ready to draw a sword. Dakota spotting a bluish purple G-string she had missed earlier snatched it up and took time to drop her rose colored undies to switch out. All three women naked giggling was fun for them, torture for others.
"OH JESUS!" Henry had made it upstairs and walked right in on the trio of beauties.
"Turn your head." Josie laughed as Henry feigned a blush and covered his eyes. Just as quickly Henry removed his hand and joined them in looking into the drawers. Hugging Josie to make it look less obvious he kissed her forehead.
"Just take the drawer already."
Noticing her daughters being more shameless than usual made Josie wince, "Divide them up and go. Your Father needs attention." In response Dakota faced him after slipping on the G-string. Sable a bit more modest just gathered a bunch up and scurried back to her room. Dakota then whispered, "I got what I wanted earlier."
