I lay in my bed listening to the traffic on the road outside, everything simply sounded normal, there was no roaring of a volcano, no splashing of waves against the side of a fleeing boat, no alarm calls from fleeing birds, no screams of scared people. None of that, simply traffic as people began their days.
There was a tap at my door. I put my robe on and answered.
"Only me baby, your Dad is still asleep, you and he must have chatted till late."
"Yes Mum, we did, and I think I went off as soon as he left and went to your room."
Yes, after we had shagged three times and my fanny was filled with Dad juice until I had to shower it out after Dad went, then, and only then did I go to sleep. I could only hope that there wasn't any evidence on the bed for Mum to see, it would be difficult to explain.
"I am going to go into town and buy you a dress, a bra, and some knickers. I will then come back and then we can go together and get some more stuff? Is that okay?"
"Yes Mum."
"I expect I shall be about an hour."
"Okay Mum."
Mum left and I checked that the door was shut behind her and lay back on the bed. I guessed I had been in bed around ten minutes when my door knocked again.
"It's me sweetheart," Dad said.
I got up and opened the door, my robe was undone, but it wouldn't matter, Dad had already experienced all that I had to offer. Dad came in and shut the door behind him and then took me in his arms and pressed his lips against mine. He guided me backwards and soon I was lying on the bed with Dad's hand on my left boob.
"I have to steal every moment I can with you," he said.
"I know, but Mum will be back soon, and I can't go out shopping with her with my fanny filled with your juices Dad."
"I know." He kissed me again and his hand crept down my stomach and slid into my crease, easing up and down from my fanny entrance to my nubbin at the top. I pressed at his trousers; his dick was hard as rock inside. I wanted to take it out, but I knew that we would end up fucking again if I did.
"What are we going to do Celia?" Dad asked, "I didn't realise how much you meant to me until the volcano went and we thought we had lost you, and then last night, well, what we did was more than any Father should dream of."
"We will find time Dad, perhaps you could encourage Mum to see to your needs when you and I can't be together."
"Perhaps, but I doubt it."
"Try Dad, that is important, you guys need intimacy, I don't want you guys to split up, I need you both."
"Okay baby, and when we find somewhere to live, it'll be nowhere near a fucking volcano."
Hearing Dad swear was odd, he just hardly ever does. "Perhaps we should go back to Yorkshire," I said, "perhaps you can find work there."
"Yes, I have been thinking that, I still have fond memories of Yorkshire, not so much Oregon, it was just a job, not really a way of life."
"I wouldn't mind, Dad, whatever you and Mum feel is best, although, if I have a vote, I vote for England, in my head it is safer."
I did my robe up to ensure none of me was peeping out, and I did it just in time as my door knocked and Mum was calling.
Dad opened the door and Mum came in.
"Right Celia, I have got you a dress and some clean knickers. Richard go next door whilst Celia gets dressed."
That was Dad told, Mum can be quite authoritarian, Dad just likes a quiet life at home, I think he saves all his authority for work.
"Right, I have pulled all the price labels off, here are your knickers," Mum said thrusting some skimpy fabric knickers in my hand.
I took my robe off and sat on the edge of the bed pulling my knickers up. If my fanny was red and puffy still from yesterday's exertions with Dad, then Mum didn't say anything. She handed me a dress which as I pulled it over my head, I got a glimpse of blue, so a blue dress.
"Right, come on, let's go and get you some clothes and a small suitcase to put them in."
"Yes Mum, is Dad coming with us?"
"No, he is going to stay here and try and sort out an RV for us to use so that we can get up north and see what, if anything, is left of our home. It'll just us girls shopping."
I put my arm through Mum's and we headed off. The car that they had was just a standard car, a sedan, and I sat in the front passenger seat doing up my seatbelt as mum got in the driver's seat and we were off.
We went to a small Mall and we managed to find me a couple of dresses, a skirt and a blouse and a few bras and knickers and a pair of sneakers, we call them trainers in England. We also got a soft case bag to put the clothes in.
"Right, let's get a coffee," Mum said.
"Yes, and some pastries too please," I said.
Mum guided us to a coffee place and I sat at one of the outside tables whilst Mum went and ordered. The traffic going past wasn't too noisy, and I did hear a plane up above, so I guessed at least there were fewer flying restrictions in place. I presumed, or rather guessed, that the volcano had finished erupting.
Mum came back and I heard her sit opposite me. "The order will be here in a moment," Mum said.
"Good, I'm starving Mum."
"Yes, I am too, we haven't really eaten properly over the past few days."
"Mum, what are we going to do?"
"I know, it is a real mess. The images on TV of the town don't look good, what wasn't covered by lava is covered by deep ash, most roofs have collapsed, and then it rained, and the ash is just a hard setting mud now."
"I think the town is done, we won't be able to rent anywhere, the locals will need places more than us."
"Well, we have been there a few years, so we kind of count as locals Celia."
I wasn't so sure, I bet everywhere would be unavailable for us, I think Dad's idea of the RV was good.
"Perhaps Dad can get a job in England Mum."
"Would you like that?"
"America is scary Mum, they have volcanos and tornados and hurricanes and earthquakes, and it is difficult for me to deal with them when I can't see where safety is."
"I understand." I hoped that she did, when the earthquake struck, I was just going to go home, I couldn't see the danger, and if Pete hadn't come along, I would probably be dead, and in all honesty, I didn't want to be dead.
"Mum, can I ask you something really personal?"
"I suppose, you can ask, I may not be able to answer."
"Are you and Dad okay? I mean, I never ever hear you being intimate and I don't want some other woman to come and be intimate with Dad and you guys split up, I want you together."
"Celia! What a question, where has that come from?"
"I was just laying in the hotel that first night and I could hear people in other rooms, you know, having sex, and it occurred to me, I never hear you and Dad. I mean, not that I want to hear you, but I just never do, and it got me worried."
"No, we don't, okay?"
"Why not Mum, I mean it is normal, that is what couples do, why don't you?"
"After you, no, look, we haven't since you were a baby and when it was obvious that you couldn't see, then your needs became our focus."
"Mum, no, that is wrong, you can't make me the reason, that's not fair."
I was interrupted by the arrival of our order, Mum said thank you to the server and then changed the subject.
"Here Celia, a plate of pastries for you," she said and I heard the plate in front of me. "your coffee will still be too hot, let me know when you want it and I will pass it over."
"Thank you Mum, and I am not dropping this, you can't make it my fault."
"Oh baby, no, it isn't your fault, it is just that we couldn't risk having another baby in case the same thing happened again."
"Oh Mum, God's sake, there is contraception, God, they had it in ancient times, they for sure have it now and had it then."
"Yes Celia," Mum was speaking quietly, "and your Dad and I both had that surgery done, neither of us can create a baby, but by then we had stopped being intimate and we never started, it wasn't important."
I needed to be delicate in what I said next.
"Mum, it may not be to you, but, well, I can tell when I brush up against Dad that it is still important for Dad."
"Oh. He hasn't, you know, tried anything?"
Oh he didn't try, he succeeded, but let's not say that. "God no Mum, no, but, well, let's just say it can be obvious at times. I think that you and Dad should, you know, be intimate."
"Eat your pastries Celia," Mum said, "and let's have no more talk of this. I am sure I don't know where you got the notions from."
Well I did, Pete shagging me stupid and introducing me to sex and then Dad shagging my brains out whilst you slept Mum, that's where I got the notions.
That evening, after I had showered and put some of my new clothes on, we went out to eat at a restaurant nearby, it was within walking distance and the weather was still warm and dry. I had a carbonara, Mum and Dad both had steaks, and we had some wine with the meal, I think we got through two bottles between the three of us.
Dad said he managed to get an RV for us and he would pick it up in the morning, so this would be our last night in the hotel. I just hoped Mum took heed of what I said to her in the coffee shop. We all walked back arm in arm and as we got to our rooms, I kissed them goodnight and went into my room.
I pulled my dress off and then my bra and knickers. I used the loo and cleaned my teeth and went and lay in bed. I could hear Mum and Dad talking through the thin wall, but couldn't really make out what they were saying and then they went quiet. Oh well, I guess it had been too much to hope for and I lay back and closed my eyes.
The sounds started, the unmistakable sounds, Mum and Dad were shagging. Good, excellent, and my finger found its way into my crease and as I heard the slaps and grunts from next door, my finger pushed inside me, and I was finger shagging myself in time with Dad shagging Mum.
Slap, push in, ease out, slap, push in again. In my mind I was reliving Dad shagging me and without realising what I was doing, I had three fingers going in and out of my fanny and my palm was slapping against my mons, I was making my own slap noises next door to Mum and Dad, and I was gasping too, in time with Mum.
My pleasures were flowing and my pressures were building, my gasps were getting louder and more intense and as my orgasm exploded and erupted through my body it was all I could do not to shriek. Gosh, no, I didn't want Mum to hear me, goodness no.
As Mum and I ate breakfast in the diner next door to the hotel, Dad had gone off to get the RV and to return the hire car. The logistics of how he would do that were beyond me, and more than I needed to care about.
"I did what you suggested," Mum said as I finished a bowl of grits, not my favourite, but, it would do.
"What's that Mum," I asked knowing full well already.
"We were intimate."
"Oh, good for you, and is all well with the world?" It had certainly sounded like it last night, well, to my ears anyway.
