Chapter Two - Cassi Capitulates
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This is Chapter Two of a multi-part Naked In School story. The characters:
Father: Dick Treyshun
Mother: Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his): Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia
In Chapter One, Rod gets selected for a NIS program called Self-Teen Reflection Improvement Program, known by the acronym STRIP. Rod is nervous and needs coaching. Dick persuades his wife Cassi to play with Rod and him with her. Their activities are gentle foreplay. While Dick is gone picking up their daughter Penny, Cassi and Rod take their lesson to an inevitable but enjoyable climax.
The story resumes in Dick's point of view, as he goes to get Penny at school.
To carry the story foreword with strong emotions and to expose the characters' inner feelings, I change the Point Of View (POV) character in different scenes. A scene divider indicates scene changes and possible POV changes as well.
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Dick sat up straight in the family sedan, proud that he'd helped Rod get prepared fro STRIP, and proud of his wife for participating. She'd touched Rod's naked penis, which rivaled his own, although he'd never admit that to anyone. And later that night, all excited about her sexual activities with her stepson, Dick was eager for a rousing romp in their bedroom, maybe the best this week.
Rod was a young man, with potential but without experience. Perhaps after passing STRIP, Rod would start dating. His daughter Penny, social as anyone, hung out in groups of girls and boys. To the best of his knowledge, she'd never gone one-on-one with a guy, although with her good looks, Dick was sure she'd been asked and must have refused. Either that, or some of those emergency cheerleading meetings or practices were opportunities to sneak off and-.
It was okay to think about Cassi teaching Rod foreplay. Hell, he'd witnessed it. But sexual thoughts about his daughter were out of bounds. As he pulled up the curb, Penny was in the predictable spot, with her predictable friend Bethany. They were very close, spending time at each otherÕs homes. Bethany was a mirror opposite to Penny in looks. Penny often wore short skirts and tight shirts, while Bethany always wore long, loose fitting outfits. Penny was light complected, not a bit of tan on her body, with blonde hair in pigtails to match her cheerleading cohorts. Bethany's olive skin was smooth and flawless, her face framed by almost black straight hair that went past her shoulders. Dick had no idea what Bethany looked like from the neck down, despite the amount of time she spent at his home. Given her behavior, Bethany was a perfect candidate for the STRIP program.
From their demeanor, Bethany seemed dejected; head down, with Penny's arm around her shoulder, offering words of consolation. She kissed Bethany on the cheek and ran over to the car.
"Does Bethany have a ride?" Dad asked.
'She want to walk home. She's got some things to think about."
Dick decided not to ask. Penny wiggled in the front bucket seat, her bare thighs waving her short skirt. Dick's reaction couldn't be helped. With all of the talk about STRIP, having watched his wife handle Rod's bare penis, and musings about Bethany's physique, Dick was as horny as ever. Not for his daughter, mind you, but horny nonetheless. And seeing anyone's sculpted legs bare, with the promise of what they led to-. Dick hit the gas too hard, jerked from the parking space and cut off a car that approached from the rear.
"Daddy! Watch it!"
"Sorry."
Penny fumbled with the air conditioning controls despite the outside temperature. "God, it's hot in here."
She tugged at the collar of her t-shirt. The straps of her bra came into Dick's peripheral vision.
His hormones urged him to lean over and look down, to witness her cleavage. Instead, he gripped the wheel and promised himself that tonight, he'd fuck the daylights out of Cassi. She deserved a reward for preparing Rod, and Dick, well, he just needed a rousing fuck.
The silence hung heavy. Penny broke it. "How did they choose the kids for STRIP?"
She flapped her skirt to allow cool air to flow under it. The flapping was so exaggerated she exposed her panties, pressed tight against her pussy. Dick was so distracted, she had to ask twice. "Bethany got picked for STRIP and I didn't. How come?"
"Well, I read the brochure your brother brought home-"
"Rod got picked? Oh my God! What is wrong with those people? They're picking losers!"
"Honey, you're missing the point. Rod and Bethany aren't losers. They're solitary souls, without confidence or social skills. STRIP is going to fix those problems. And as for you? You're smart and sociable and sexy-" Dick bit his lip. That last adjective was unnecessary. "I mean, you have self confidence, to dance and cheer in front of the crowds. People love you. You already have what the STRIPpers need." STRIPpers sounded weird, but after all, they were going to be undressing. Dick wondered if the acronym or the words came first.
"Well, maybe Bethany was a good choice. I've tried my best to help her out. You know, give her advice. Introduce her around. But it never clicks."
"Maybe, after STRIP, your assistance will get better results."
"I hope so. But she's scared shitless." She put her hand over her mouth. "Sorry. She's scared to death, with just the idea of taking her clothes off in front of other students. Her patents are so strict. They're going to flip out. Why, I've only seen her naked a few times, and we're best friends."
Dick was curious under what circumstances Penny had seen Bethany naked but decided not to ask. It was probably when Bethany slept over and they were changing into pajamas. Bethany had always been an enigma to Dad. Pretty in an enticing, exotic way but extremely shy. "From my brief interactions with her, I'm not surprised she was picked."
"I just hope she and Rod are in different groups. The idea of Rod seeing Bethany naked, and doing stuff! Yuuuck!"
"It's all very closely supervised. And real sex is explicitly forbidden. The only stuff students will be allowed is what they'd probably do on dates anyway." Penny's face turned red. "I didn't mean you, sweetie."
"Thanks." Penny clasped her hands and forced them into her crotch. "I feel kind of left out, you know?"
"Don't be. You're the kind of person STRIP is trying to turn these others into. You're a roll model."
"Really?" Penny sat up straight, chest out. Dick thought he saw nipples poking at the front of her blouse, hard from the cool air?
"Oh yes!" Dad struggled to repress sexual thoughts about Penny. "Don't be too hard on your brother." Dick's cock throbbed in his pants. "He'll need all of our help to pass STRIP." Dick thought about Cassi's help. Rod wouldn't practice with Penny, would he? Nah, they didn't get along well enough for that to happen, despite them sharing a room.
Dick pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door. Cassi's minivan was parked on the left. After Dick turned off the engine, Penny grabbed her backpack and bolted from the passenger seat, her short skirt flying up, and her cheerleading panties in full view. Or were they her regular panties? Both were white.
In the family room, Cassi was sitting on the futon, paging through one of her fashion magazines. She had subscriptions to at least half a dozen, with issues scattered all around the house. Rod was nowhere in sight. Dick wondered how Rod's training had gone, but didn't press. Instead, he followed Penny to the front entry table. Penny finished checking for mail addressed to her and took a couple of envelopes. Dick let his briefcase and jacket hit the floor and then dawdled, watching Penny take the stairs two at a time, her ass shaking, her skirt swishing to and fro, her panties blinking in and out of view. In a moment, she'd be shedding her cheerleader outfit. Dick struggled to take his mind off his daughter, especially in any state of undress, and sauntered back towards Cassi. "Where's Rod?"
"In his room."
In that case, Penny probably wasn't undressing in front of her brother. "So, how did things go."
Cassi didn't raise her face from the periodical. "Fine. I prepared Rod, just like you wanted."
Dick strolled over, put his hand on Cassi's shoulder and bent over to kiss her. She deserved it, for leaving her comfort zone. She kept her head down, focused on the article. She'd done what he asked, but obviously wasn't happy about it. Only her forehead was available, so he kissed her there. His hand crept lower, slow enough for Cassi to intercept it and toss it aside. "Not now."
Dick hoped that Cassi still had some sexual energy. He was horny as the dickens after seeing his wife touch his son's cock, and after having his first lascivious thoughts about his daughter.
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Penny liked when the crowds watched her kick up her legs and shake her body. She'd felt her dad's stare as she ran upstairs, putting extra energy into a special show, shaking her hips and wiggling her ass.
Penny popped into her room. Hers and Rod's. With only three bedrooms and their folks sharing one as an office, she and her stepbrother were forced to share. When they were younger, that wasn't a problem. But now Penny was a young woman who deserved privacy. She figured Rod needed some too, especially if he was going to do guy stuff like masturbate. Certainly he wouldn't do such things in front of her. She was always discreet.
Rod was laying in his twin bed along a wall decorated with science fiction posters and a large photo of Bobby Fischer. He gently thumbed pages of a comic book. Penny put her backpack on her desk next to her bed, under a wall covered in cork squares, each one filled with photos and awards and letters of commendation.
Rod wasn't playing any music and was uncharacteristically quiet. She broke the silence. "What's up, bro?"
"Nothing "
Which meant 'something." She crossed the invisible boundary between her side and his. ÊÊThe STRIP brochure was still on his desk. Ê"So, Dad told me you got picked for this."
Rod didn't lift his face. "Yeah. So what?"
"The what is, everybody's talking about STRIP and nothing else. You're right in the middle of the action, bro. Did you know that Bethany was chosen?"
Rod looked up. "She was?"
