The Cuddle
A Sweet Family Story
Part One
by The Preve
Based on characters created by The Dirty Monkey
The author wishes to thank The Dirty Monkey for his permission in writing this story.
The Le Pont Chemical Company
The first mistake occurred in the lab. It didn't seem that way at first. The initial euphoria among the chemists, of finally reaching the Holy Grail of female Viagra, lasted just two minutes.
It turned into horror upon watching the female chimps gang bang the male to death. He died with a smile at least.
The second mistake occurred when the executives, instead of ordering a change to the formula, which had turned the female chimps into hyper-sexed ape fiends, ordered it to production.
The reasoning behind it, "Those were monkeys. The consumers are human. We're over-leveraged. The changes will cost money. 'Sides, it's a sex drug. What could go wrong?"
The third mistake happened when the foreman in charge of packaging, a nearsighted man, ignorant of his nearsightedness as he'd skipped his last three eye exams, mixed up the packaging labels on the product.
The containers were similar in appearance, so the mess couldn't be attributed to him exclusively.
As it stood, various New England branches of Walgreen's would receive shipments of chlorine cakes for their pharmacies, while the
Cherry Springs, Connecticut Pool Supply Company,
received a shipment of
XX-Aphroditia,
the latest in female sex aid.
The fourth mistake happened when Mike Berry, a pool maintenance worker, inserted a new batch of chlorine cakes into the automated dispenser of the Sweet's swimming pool. They looked smaller than normal, almost like pills actually, but it wasn't uncommon for chlorine cakes to break up in shipping. They were still viable and would dissolve easily.
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Jack Sweet lay on his bed. He didn't want to be on his bed. He wanted to be outside. Outside wasn't an option, though.
He wasn't grounded exactly; just home from college like his sister, Sarah. Sarah, who was outside. With her friends. And his mom, and her friend.
It was a ladies only pool party. No boys allowed. He'd be somewhere else under other circumstances, the beach probably, hanging out with his buds.
His buds, though, either hadn't returned from college, or went off to spend the summer in places other than Cherry Springs. The beach was dull this early in the summer anyway.
There was nothing to do in town. He'd seen what he wanted to see in the cinema. The only flicks left were a romantic comedy (he hated romantic comedies), and a cheap family kid's flick he'd have hated ten years ago.
The shopping mall was closed, so no action there. The burger joint was pointless without pals or a date to hang with.
So Jack was stuck in his room. His hot, fetid, sweaty room. The house air conditioner broken down. The repairman due tomorrow. That's why the ladies were outside, in their bikinis and one piece swimsuits.
That's why Jack was sweating on his bed, naked, his cock spear straight, pink and throbbing. Because he couldn't get the thought of those women, bikini clad, out of his mind.
He had the option of playing Call of Duty, but COD required focus. Between the hot house, and the shouts and giggles of the women outside, focus seemed non-optimal at the moment.
Jack had only one thing to focus upon and, since oil, butter, and Vaseline weren't on hand, a little spit and body sweat would have to do.
Captain Jack was well on the way of getting Jack high when the knock came on his door.
"Jack?" it was his sister Sarah. "Hey Jack, how are you holding up?"
"Er, uh, fine Sarah. Why? Is something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just the house is like a steam room, and Mom thought it wasn't fair for us to hog the pool, so she sent me up to see if you want to come outside to take a dip."
"I thought Mom said it was a ladies only party."
"Mom's taking an exception in your case. She knows your friends are scattered to the winds. You only just have to behave."
Behavior was no problem for Jack. His reputation as a nice, well-mannered young man encompassed both his age group, and the adults around him. His cock on the other hand . . . Plus his sister and mother's presence didn't help.
Still, a cool pool with hot women was better than a hot room with none.
"Okay, I need to rinse off first. Tell Mom thanks."
"See you in a few." Jack didn't hear Sarah blow a kiss but knew his sister. She was a kiss blower among other things.
Jack wiped himself off with his tighty whities, and then went to the shower. Drying off after the rinse was fairly easy for Jack. The only hair on his body to catch water sat on his head and eyebrows.
Jack followed his father's style of a hair free body; not even pubic hair. His father, Henry, swam competitively in high school and college, adopting a hairless body style for aerodynamic purposes. He kept it up after his competitive days ended.
Henry admitted to his son, he liked the feel of other objects against his skin, and body hair interfered with that.
Henry took the family, once, to an exclusive spa and resort near Miami Beach. Veronica and Sarah opted for hair styling and laser treatments. Henry opted for full body hair removal, complete with electrolysis. Jack, a younger, more slender copy of his father, opted for the same. It hurt like hell.
Jack reflected on the irony, drying off. The Sweet women opted to keep a tiny tuft of pubic hair (Jack accidentally caught a naked glimpse of them at the spa, prompting later questions from his mother and sister over his red face), while the Sweet men went for bare crotches.
Jack admitted, though, his father had a point. He, too, liked the feel of things against his bare skin: cloth, air, water, flesh (when a date stroked his arm sometimes). He looked forward to the pool.
Jack went back to the room to put on his shorts. He had Speedos but never wore them. His body wasn't the Speedo type. Speedos were more his Dad's style. Henry Sweet's athletic body looked near perfect in Speedos. Jack, while toned, sported a body much more slender in make, and more suited to shorts. Plus, the looser fit made it easier to conceal Jack Jr, who tended to have a mind of its own.
The ladies were at the pool when Jack stepped outside. His mother Veronica and her friend, Samantha "Sandy" Anderson, were in the lounge chairs, chatting.
Katie "Kandy" Anderson lay prone on a towel, bikini top undone, skin gleaming with oil.
Gwen Fox and Aurora Taylor played with a beach ball in the pool, while Mayumi swam at the other end. She stayed mostly underwater. Jack remembered Mayumi said she liked to test her breath holding skills. She wanted to be a deep diver.
Sarah, and Stacy Prattford, were lazing in the shallow end. The varied styles of swimsuits worn, confronted Jack's eyes with a feast of flesh.
Veronica, his mother, in a two piece leopard print; the bra barely contained her pneumatic double dees.
Mrs. Anderson, sleek and slim, in a black and white striped one piece.
Gwen's one piece was a bright emerald green, complimenting her red hair.
Aurora's string bikini was jet black and looked painted on her body.
Mayumi rose out of the water, sleek, wet dark mahogany hair gleaming in the summer afternoon. Her bikini was yellow with white polka dots. She had a body made for bikinis. Her E-cups built for that tight top.
Sarah, his sister, wore a dark blue string, also with white polka dots. Her nipples dented the top in a way Jack could see, even from the patio.
Stacy wore a jet black and dark purple one piece.
Jack Jr. desperately wanted to react to the sight. Jack softly whispered, "Down boy," glad his shorts were loose-fitting.
"Hey Jack, you gonna dive in, or are you just gonna stand there like my last date at the Sadie Hawkins dance?" Sarah shouted, bringing Jack out of his reverie.
Maybe a dip will cool me down.
"I will, soon as Gwen and Aurora get out of the way," Jack smiled.
Gwen and Aurora stopped and waved at Jack, sing-songing a cheerful, "Hi Jack," in harmony before moving aside.
The blonde young man cannonballed in with a loud, "Wahoo!"
