This is a sequel of sorts to my "All Bets Are Off" stories. It was originally in a larger piece of forthcoming work, but I decided to focus on some elements, and it became its own story. It takes place after "All Bets Are Off" and before "There's Something Beautiful..."
My thanks to neuroparenthetical for their editing work. All mistakes and poor choices are my own.
I Want To Go To the Beach
I walked into my mom's home office. "Everything is done. I'm going out for the day."
"Where?" she asked, not looking at me as she typed. She had her dark blonde hair pulled up in a bandana and was biting a pencil, which was a sign she was deep into 'work mode.'
"The beach," I said.
That time, she looked up. "John, it's February."
"I know, but it is quieter than in the summer. And a storm is coming in." I loved storm watching. "I'll be home tonight."
"Are you taking Natalie?"
"No," I said, with evident frustration. "She has family in town. We had dinner with them last night, but they want her to take them sightseeing." As if our small town had sights to see.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking back at her computer. "Then take your sister."
"Seriously?" I asked, a whine in my voice.
"Yes, seriously. With Natalie and you gone, she is going to drive me nuts. She is as stir-crazy as you are." She looked back up at me. "Honey, I'm sorry, but the Leifson case just fell apart, and I will be working all weekend trying to salvage it. Grab forty dollars out of my purse to feed her, and you have Dad's credit card if there are any emergencies. Please, John -- you would really be helping me out. And Kaleigh."
I huffed out a mouthful of air. "Fine, but you owe me a big one."
"Thanks, honey," she said as I left the room.
I walked into my sister's room, where she was packing her backpack. "She told me to take you with me," I said, "Just like you said she would."
She whooped, then hipped the door closed -- just on the off chance that Mom decided to check in on us. Then she slid her arms around my neck. The kiss was hot, deep, and decidedly unsisterly. "Let's go to the beach, big brother."
***
The ride down was uneventful, but lovely. It was clear out, and warm in the car. Kayleigh had her red hair in twin braids, and was mindlessly playing with them as she looked out the window. She had commandeered the radio in the Mustang, which was of a much newer vintage than any other part of it, and was playing music from her phone, regularly switching to a new song when the one playing was about halfway through. I'd used to hate that, but I'd found my patience for it had expanded greatly when she'd started fucking me the previous year.
I glanced over at my sister for the thousandth time. She was cute, with a capital "C." She had big blue eyes, freckles over her nose, and a pretty mouth that loved to smile and that I loved to kiss. Add to that alabaster skin all over and a further sprinkling of freckles, and you had our little pixie. She was dressed for the car trip, not the Oregon coast, in a pair of shorts that she pulled indecently high on the leg until they were about even with her panties. She was short, maybe a bit over 5'1, but her legs were outstanding, strong, smooth, and sexy, just like the rest of her. I couldn't see it from there, but her ass was spectacular, taut and muscular. I'd actually developed a bit of an obsession with it, but it wasn't even close to her only asset. She wore a tight t-shirt with no bra. She said it was because her boobs were so small. I didn't care, and neither did Natalie. We thought they were adorable and delicious.
To the outside world, Natalie was my girlfriend. The reality was both more complex and more wonderful. She was our girlfriend -- my sister's and mine. We were still in negotiations on what to call ourselves, besides a "polyamorous grouping," which was accurate, but sounded like something from Kaleigh's freshman-level sociology class. Kaleigh had also nixed "The Trio" because of some old show she loved. "Throuple" had been voted down immediately by all of us. I liked
"la cosa nostra,"
or "our thing," but Natalie had said it made us sound like the mob. It was a work in progress.
The three of us had been together since last November, when Natalie and Kaleigh had conspired to have my sister suck my dick. It had gotten complicated, then simpler, and I'd ended up with two girlfriends and they with both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. The secrets kept things full of twists and turns, but we were all deeply in love with each other, and I wouldn't have given it up for the world. Oh, and the sex was incredible.
The trip had been Natalie's idea, at least from the start. She and I could be together openly. Kaleigh and I, for obvious reasons, could not -- at least not around town -- so we were changing venues, to the coast, some two or three hours from our small hometown.
We pulled into Seaside before 10 AM, which was good timing. Though it was off season, the town was busy enough that I had to park in a small lot off the main strip. I got out while Kaleigh pulled a pair of thick sweats over her shorts. It was still clear, but chilly. I handed her a hoodie, which she put on as well, and we walked the short walk into the heart of the beach town.