The conclusion. A lot of sex, not much of it graphic. Some important family history revealed. Enjoy. Comments welcome. Sign 'em and I'll answer them. Jb7
Sally unlocked the side door to her house and led Rita to the kitchen. As they passed the stairway to the basement, they heard two distinct female giggles and the male groaning which usually accompanies an ejaculation.
"Sounds like Di and Kitty are torturing Paul again," commented Sally, whispering.
"He's a big boy; he can handle them," Rita replied. She looked around the kitchen, remembering a day over twenty years ago. "I've always liked this house, even when I was a teenager. It always seemed so homey."
"Did you know Dr. and Mrs Williams?"
"Everybody knew them. They both taught at the high school. I dated their son one summer."
"You dated Tim Williams? It
is
a small world. He's the girls' father. We were married his senior year at Northern State." Sally was busy at the stove, putting on water for tea. Rita felt her heart drop into her stomach. Tim Williams was Paul's father.
"Are you okay?" Sally asked. "You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine; just been a long week, and this humidity is getting to me. It does every Spring until I adapt." She sat down at the table. "How are you doing? Is the baby behaving?"
"As much as any of them do. He's an active little bugger. Thank you for interceding with your father. He has a reputation for being strict about being and appearing professional."
"It was easier than I thought. Since my mother died, he's been easier to talk to, more accepting of people and their foibles. He seemed happy when I told him about Paul and Patti. He's even invited me for dinner this weekend."
The sound of heavy footfalls on the stairs alerted them to the imminent appearance of their children. Kitty was the first to appear, completely nude. Di, also nude, was right on her heels. Paul, coming up after them, pushed the girls into the kitchen. "Ooh," screamed Kitty, covering herself with her hands. Thinking quickly, to preserve their secret, Paul and Di copied her.
"Wh...when did you guys get here?" Di stammered.
"Um, just a few minutes ago, about the time Paul climaxed, I think," grinned Sally. "At least, that's how it sounded." Kitty didn't notice, but she was the only one who blushed at Sally's statement. "Are you finished? Would any of you like some tea? Paul, your mom will need a ride home, if you don't mind."
"No problem; I have to drop Kitty off on the way home, too."
Rita looked at Kitty. "Hello, I don't think we've met. You must be Kitty. I'm Paul's mom, Rita."
"G... g... glad to meet you, Mrs. Tomkins. If you'll excuse me, I should go get dressed."
"Probably a good idea for you two, also," Sally said, pouring hot water into the teapot. "Would any of you like some tea when you're dressed?"
"Not for me, Mom."
"Do we have time, Mom, or are you in a hurry?"
"No, thank you, Mrs Williams."
"That depends on when Kitty needs to be home."
"There's no hurry, Mrs. T.; my parents are going out for dinner tonight. It's their twenty-fifth anniversary."
"Would you like to have dinner with Paul and me; but I must warn you, at home, Paul and I are nudists."
Kitty looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. "Well, you've already seen everything, so why not. I'd be happy to. Thank you."
Dinner at the Tomkins that evening was surprisingly comfortable. Kitty seemed totally at ease, despite being nude in Rita's presence. The teen helped the older woman put together a simple supper of chops, mac and cheese and salad. As they worked, the two women talked.
"You're a nurse, aren't you?" Kitty asked. "I think that's what Paul told me."
"Yes, I'm a nurse practitioner with the Southern City Internists."
"May I ask you a question? It's about sex, and I'd be embarrassed to ask Dr Pederson. She's been my doctor since I was five. It's almost like she's my mom."
Rita laughed. "I understand, and Kate's reputation for preaching abstinence is well known. What do you want to know?"
"Isn't it supposed to hurt for a girl the first time she has sex? Or does it depend on the guy, or something else?"
"I take it that it didn't hurt your first time." Kitty shook her head. "If the guy was super careful, and patient, or relatively thin in the penile department, and if you were very aroused, you might not have noticed it when your hymen was breached. Or you might already have torn it.
"Do you ride horses or bicycles a lot, especially off the road? Or are you a cheerleader or gymnast?" She looked at Kitty. "Or you might, at some time, have been drugged and raped."
"Wouldn't I know if that happened? Wouldn't there be some signs?"
"If the guy wore a condom, or pulled out before he ejaculated and cleaned you up afterward, the only sign might be a little blood. He could have put a towel or pad under you. The only way you might know is, maybe, some muscle ache in your abdomen, similar to menstrual cramping."
Kitty looked thoughtful. "No," she said, mostly to herself, "it couldn't have been...he wouldn't... What about the other stuff, the guy and being aroused?" she asked, looking at Rita.
"Mostly, it depends on how aroused the woman is, and how intact the hymen is. Even if she has no actual membrane, there is a ring of hymenal tissue which narrows the vagina just in front of the cervix. But even that, unless she's really aroused, will cause a twinge of pain. Are you worried or just curious?"
Kitty grinned. "Curious, mostly. If what I thought was my first, wasn't, then someone has some explaining to do, and I'm not sure how to approach it."
"Want to talk about it?" Kitty looked at her, a look of relief on her face.
"Can we? What about Paul?"
"He won't be down until dinner. We have forty-five minutes or so. Tea, soda, wine?"
"Wine, if you don't mind. Mom and Dad usually let me have a glass with dinner. I think..." She hesitated, a tear starting down her cheek.
"That may have been what happened to you, your suspected first time? You suspect your father?"
Kitty nodded. "Sort of, but he's not my real, my biological father. I forget why they were fighting, but I heard my Dad tell Mom she could go find the SOB who fertilized her if she wasn't satisfied. Then he stormed out. I found her crying in the living room.
"She must have realized I heard him and told me they had tried for years to have a child. They talked with their doctor who suggested using a sperm donor. The doctor told her for the best chance of success they should insert the sperm directly into her uterus, which meant she would have to be sedated while they dilated the cervix. She went every day for two weeks; a week before and a week after the middle of her cycle. Nine months later, there I was."
"Why..."
"Why do I suspect Dad? Pretty much circumstantial. The week of my seventeenth birthday, Mom had to go to St Louis to be with my grandmother for some surgery. The night of my birthday, Dad took me to the Country Club for dinner, and got us a private dining room so I could have some wine.
"When we got home, he gave me some more. I felt tired and the wine made me sleepy. In the morning, I woke up in bed, but couldn't remember going to bed the night before. My nightie was bunched up around my waist, and my panties were twisted. There was a blood smear on the edge of my panties along side the vagina, and my period wasn't due for a week.
"Dad had already gone to work; he had left a note saying he had called the school and told them I wouldn't be in. Mom got home that afternoon, earlier than expected, so I didn't get a chance to talk to him that day. He seemed to avoid me for the next several days, and after a while it didn't seem to matter."
"Oh, Kitty! I am so sorry. It certainly sounds like what you suspect, and it does matter. Even if it didn't happen, your suspicions have affected your relationship with him and with your mom, and with every boy you date. How can you trust them if you can't trust the man who raised you? Whether or not he supplied the sperm that created you?"
"Do you think that may be why I don't feel attracted to any of the boys at school? But what about Paul? I really like being with him and having... Oops! TMI?" she asked, grinning.
"Not at all," laughed Rita. "Paul's safe, as far as you're concerned. You know you can't have him except to share with two other women, so it's just sex, no commitment."
"That's true, but sometimes, I wish it were just us. Like my 'official' first time. Can I..."
"If you want to. Was it Paul?"
"Mm hmm. We met at the Senior Ball. Did you hear about how he made my dress fall down on the dance floor?" Rita nodded, smiling. "God! I was so embarrassed and ashamed. But he pulled it right back up and blocked my front from everyone while he zipped me up, saying I shouldn't be ashamed, to keep my head up. And I did, and suddenly, I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed anymore.
