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Episode FOUR
"VACATION"
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Jack stepped out into the hallway, pulling his amp and guitar case, and quietly closed the door to Debbie's bedroom behind him. He didn't want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful sleeping there, covered only by a rumpled sheet.
The beach house was trashed, the aftermath of the party that had ended only a few hours before. Making his way through a sea of empty plastic cups, crushed potato chips and other discarded party accoutrements, Jack ran into Sully and Stacy Marie in the kitchen drinking orange juice.
"Ah, ladies and gentlemen," Sully announced to no one in particular, "may I present the 'Walk of Shame'." He cracked Jack a sly grin. Jack flipped him off.
Sully started laughing. "Yeah, fuck you, too. Want something to drink?" He held up is glass as if to suggest some orange juice.
"Nah, man," Jack replied. "I gotta get going."
"Where are you off to?" Sully asked.
"Home to pack, then off to Key West for a week. Got some gigs."
"Wow!" Sully exclaimed, impressed. "Playing in the Keys. Lucky bastard."
Jack pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lit it.
"Well shit, at least take a cup of coffee with you, man," Sully suggested. He turned to look at Stacy, who had been silent this whole time a few feet away. "Can you hand me that coffee pot?"
Unenthusiastically, she turned and grabbed the carafe from the coffee maker.
"Hey, Stacy," Jack greeted with a smile.
Handing Sully the coffee, she replied cooly, "Hey, Jack," and moved back to her position of non-involvement.
That was weird. He quickly dismissed the thought, though, as the random insanity of the fairer sex.
"Here, man" Sully said, handing Jack a large Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee.
"Thanks, man," Jack replied, taking it. "I guess I'll see you all later." He shook hands with Sully.
"Later, man. Have fun," Sully replied.
"Bye, Stacy," Jack called out to her.
No response. She just stared out a window at the beach. Jack shot Sully a questioning look, and all Sully could manage was an 'I don't know' shrug and a shake of the head.
Jack shook his head too, then turned around and left, pushing his equipment out the door.
As soon as he was out of sight, Stacy Marie spun around and pounced on Sully, yanking his shorts down and shoving him back against the counter.
"Damn, girl," Sully spit out in surprise. She had caught him off guard. "Is this why you gave Jack the cold shoulder, so he would leave quicker?"
Stacy Marie shot a stare into his eyes. She reached up under her skirt and quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. As she was standing back up, she grabbed Sully's cock and tugged on it a few times. "Just fuck me."
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Debbie stirred awake at the sound of a trunk and car door slamming shut, and an engine starting. She opened her eyes as the car pulled away. That must have been Jack. Why couldn't he have stayed a little longer? Then she smiled. There was a folded note on the nightstand marked 'Ebb', Jack's nickname for her from when they dated.
She crawled out of bed and headed into her bathroom. When she came back out, she slipped an oversize sweatshirt on to cover her naked body, picked up the note, and made her way towards the kitchen for something to drink. She was thirsty after the long night.
Debbie read the note as she walked down the hallway:
"Had fun last night. Sorry
You couldn't come along
This week. Keep next Sunday
Free, we'll have dinner.
--Jack"
She smiled real big. Had butterflies in her stomach. So taken by Jack's encouraging message was she that her mind didn't register the rhythmic, muted sounds as she approached the kitchen. She looked up from the note and froze in mid-step.
Stacy Marie was on her back on top of the dinner table with her tube top down and bunched around her waist, and her skirt pushed up, leaving her bare ass at the edge of the table. That's where Sully was standing between her spread legs, hands reached out and locked onto her tits, ramming his cock into her. Neither registered the presence of another person suddenly in the room.
Debbie's focus stuck on her brother. She was viewing visual evidence to support why all those girls went nuts over him. His body was chiseled from marble. Greek god, that's what they call him, a Greek god. This was the first time since they were little that she had seen him fully naked, and now she was watching him fuck a girl.
It was a weird sensation watching someone you were so closely connected to in so intimate a situation that normally it would never have offered to present itself to you in the course of a lifetime. Knowing she should be running away, she was rooted to the floor. Long strokes. Long enough to allow long strokes.
Sully started grunting and slamming into Stacy's cunt harder and faster. Oh, god, he's gonna cum.
Sure enough, about five strokes later, Sully pulled his cock out quickly and rapidly jacked it, erupting all over Stacy's tits and abdomen.
Oh my god. Long. Thick. Debbie saw her brother's entire cock for the first time and she felt a splash of moisture between her legs. Just like every other girl.
On the table, Stacy Marie was rubbing her lover's cum into her skin as she came down from her own orgasm. She rolled her head to the side and caught sight of Debbie standing there, mouth open in surprise.
Debbie, in a split-second, realized Stacy Marie had seen her and spun around, running back down the hall to her room.
I think she dropped something, Stacy thought to herself.
She looked back at Sully who now was backed up and leaning against the kitchen counter, finishing his orange juice and staring at Stacy's lithe, uncovered form on the table. She grinned at him. "Your sister saw us."
That caught Sully's interest and he glanced toward the hallway with raised eyebrows. In a sly, intrigued tone, he responded, "Oh, really?"
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Kara stirred at the sound of a knock at the door, but tried to stay asleep. A few seconds later, the pool house door opened, sending a beam of bright sunlight directly across her face. That woke her up. "Close the door," she said to whoever it was while trying to shield her eyes with a hand.
"Kara?" came her father's voice.
"Yeah, daddy," she answered. "Can you close the door please?"
"Oh, yeah," he said as he quickly jumped inside and shut the door behind him.
Kara slowly lowered her hand. The curtains filtered the brightness of the sunlight out and it wasn't painful to open her eyes anymore. "Good morning, daddy," she flashed him a smile as she whispered.
Dave sat down on the edge of the mattress beside Kara. "What are you doing sleeping in here?"
"Oh," she began, allowing her head to fall back down to the pillow. "It was pretty late when we got back, and she -," nodding to Hayley asleep beside her, "was pretty loud and neither of us wanted to wake you and mom up. So, we walked around the side of the house and slept out here."
"Where's your brother at?"
"He's not back yet?"
Dave shook his head.
"He probably spent the night with Debbie. They were pretty cozy last night." She grinned.
"Oh, did you - ," he said, beginning to lightly trace his fingertips along the sheet over her thigh, "get cozy with anyone?"
Kara giggled. "No, daddy." Then, knowing it would turn him on, added, "Not with a boy, anyways."
Dave's eyes opened in surprise. "Oh?" he asked teasingly. "Were you a naughty girl with another naughty girl?"
Kara smiled, nodded her head, and giggled. Dave's fingers started sliding along the inside of her thigh moving up to massage the sheet into her mound.
Kara looked over at Hayley. She was still fast asleep. Kara looked back up at her father, then nodded towards the bathroom. Dave understood the inference and stood up and walked to the bathroom. Kara slipped out of bed and followed him in.
Once they were both inside and the door was locked, Kara stood in front of her father.
"So," Dave began, "who was this naughty other girl?"
Kara smiled and pressed herself up against her father's front. "I can't tell you, daddy," she answered, kissing him lightly on the lips. Then, she whispered, "It's a secret."
Dave swatted her ass lightly. "If you're not a good girl, then you might have to be punished."
Kara knew this game. She looked up at him with her 'innocent' look. "Well maybe I could be a good girl in another way."
Dave smiled back. He knew this game too. "You look cute in your tight little t-shirt and panties."
"Aww, you're sweet, daddy," Kara replied in her best little girl tone. "I can be sweet too." She reached out and unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to the floor as she knelt down in front of him.
"That's my little girl," he sighed as Kara slid his hardening cock into her mouth.
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Stacy Marie smoothed down her skirt and straightened up her top as she sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. Sully had made a quick escape, after he came of course, to the shower, leaving her alone with a cup of coffee and her thoughts. And her thoughts were on Jack.
