A Week With Cathy Ch 08

RANI'S DAY

I woke up a few minutes after 7, almost face-to-face with Missy. My breasts were mashed against her chest and I had the weird thought that it was a good thing she's so flat, or there's no way three of us could ever fit in the one bed.

Behind her, Rick was contentedly spooning her.

I peeled back the sheet covering her, and she slowly woke up. "Come on," I said, "it's past 7. You need to get out of here before anybody wakes up, and get yourself together for work."

"I might not go in today. I have vacation days to burn off."

I handed her her t-shirt, and rummaged around in my drawer for a pair of shorts she could borrow, since she'd left hers in the den. "Whatever," I said as she was dressing, "just get your ass out of here."

"Oh, and you might want to take care of Rick," she said, hiking the shorts as high as she could over her non-existent hips. "He was trying to poke through my panties in his sleep -- again -- and it would be a waste to leave his dick in that condition."

I gave her a quick kiss and said "Out!"

When I glanced out the window and saw she'd made it safely out of the house, I slipped out of my own panties, pulled the sheet all the way back, and... took care of Rick. He woke up almost immediately, of course, just about as happily as anybody can wake up.

#

A couple of hours later we were driving upstate to see a traveling museum exhibit. I had Steve and Susan in my backseat, while Gail and Vicki were making the trip in Missy's car.

Once we were on our way, I said "I hope you weren't too freaked out by the Conways last night. They're... the Conways. Sometimes they can't get enough of one another, sometimes I expect to hear that one of them murdered the other one. At least once a week, Missy sleeps at our place, just to get some space from Mark."

I could see in the rear-view mirror that something was going through Susan's head. Then she said, absently, "I didn't see her when I passed through the den this morning."

Then before she could put the pieces together, I added "And in case you're wondering... back when all the kids were in summer camp, Missy and I used to sunbathe topless over at their pool. That's why it wasn't a big deal last night when Mark pulled Missy's shirt off. I'd have taken mine off during the movie too except, you know, Steve. He would have passed out from the shock."

"I would not," he said. "I mean, I don't want to look at my sister's breasts, obviously, but..."

"Oh please," I said, "I thought you'd freak out seeing me in my bra last night. It's fine, we all love you even if you are repressed. When you married Susan, and the minister told you to kiss the bride, I thought you'd give her a peck on the cheek."

"I think you'd be surprised," Susan said, defending her husband. She grabbed his hand and placed it on one of her breasts.

"That's a start, hun," I said, "but do you always have to put his hand there yourself?" Yes, I was teasing them: but driving is boring, and I was still a little bit wound up from the wake-up call I'd given Rick -- and, truth be told, the thought of him almost dry-humping Missy in his sleep.

Let's face it, even if there's no sex involved -- not really, anyway -- there's something about sleeping with two other naked or near-naked people...

Susan took her own hand away and left Steve's in place. After a while he began moving his hand a bit, same as she was the night before.

"That's a start," I said. "Okay, I might as well tell you... when the four of us are watching a movie like last night's, we've been known to get a little naughty. Sometimes by the end of the film our shirts are on the floor and our husbands really getting handsy."

"Well, I'm not whipping off my shirt in the middle of the highway."

"Oh," I pounced, "you mean you will if we have another movie night tonight? It's a deal, I'll pick up a movie for tonight."

"For God's sake," Susan said. She pushed Steve's hand away for a moment, then reached under her the back of her shirt, unclasped her bra, and threaded it out through her left sleeve. "Good enough for you?" I noticed Steve moved his hand back to her breast without any guidance. And began stroking her.

"And last weekend," I said, "when Cathy was with you... well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this..."

"Go ahead," Susan said.

"Remember, we had that hot spell, you had it too I think, and as soon as Missy and Mark got here, Missy said 'I'm sure the guys are going to get our tops off as soon as the movie starts, but I've been melting all day. Mind if I get comfortable right now?' Which was new, because this was always only something we'd done in the Movie Theatre, with the lights dimmed, and only if we were watching a sexy movie where everybody was a bit turned on; but nobody had any problem with it, so she pulled off her shirt. It was a long t-shirt, and it turns out she had nothing underneath it but a tiny pair of panties. She said 'ah, much better,' lifting up her arms,

obviously

for effect. I bet you're sorry you missed that, Steve."

"I'd be lying if I said no."

"And so there were were, the four of us sitting in the kitchenette, eating pizza, Missy almost naked -- and eating her pizza very carefully, as you might guess."

"You kept your shirt on?" Susan asked, as Steve played more openly with her breasts. Her t-shirt was pretty thin, so it must have felt good.

"I did. But as soon as we got to the Movie Theatre, I took it off. Shirt and bra, before the movie even started. Steve, why don't you slip your hand under Susan's shirt? Then I'll tell you what happened next."

It took remarkably little persuasion, since it was something they both wanted. Steve's hand went under Susan's shirt, and I don't think either of them noticed that this pushed her shirt so far up, I could see almost her whole left breast and the bottom of the right one. I couldn't help noticing she had a nice, flat tummy. She must work out.

She drew in a breath as Steve touched her left breast, and I realized I'd almost forgotten what I was going to say (though maybe they were too busy to care anymore).

"By the time Rick and I were sitting, Mark had leaned down and had taken one of Missy's nipples in his mouth. I thought she might object, because this was a real escalation, but... well, Missy's a horny little thing. You probably already figured that out." Susan sighed loudly. I knew Steve had one hand on her breast -- I was catching the occasional glimpse of her nipple -- but his other hand could be just about anywhere. "Mark moved his hand down to Missy's tiny panties, we could see they were wet from a few feet away, and she started making little moaning noises." Like Susan was doing right now. "And then he slipped his hand inside her panties, and it was clear enough that he was finger-fucking her, and finally she came and she came loudly. That was so hot. We'd never seen or heard her cum before." Which was a lie. "Swear to God, I was tempted to just ask Rick to fuck me there and then, but I didn't have the guts. Nobody's ever seen us having sex before." Which was also a lie. "But who knows, maybe next time." Which could very well be true.

I realized neither my brother nor my sister-in-law had spoken to me in a while, and I looked into the rear-view mirror and Susan was gone. She was obviously stretched out on the back seat resting her head on Steve's lap. Was he playing with her breasts, possibly with her shirt pulled over her head? No way she'd be giving him a blow job in the back seat of my car, was there? I couldn't have corrupted them

that

badly so quickly.

I turned on the radio to give them some degree of privacy.

#

When we got out of the car at the museum, Susan's bra was back on. Make of that what you will.

#

I certainly can't say the trip was a total waste, but the museum exhibit, the work of a supposedly up-and-coming new artist, was a complete bore. All five of us had the same thought, and we unanimously decided to turn around and go back home.

We all stopped off for pizza when we got back to town -- Steve gave Susan a funny smile, glancing at her chest, as she picked up her slice, which fortunately the girls had no way of understanding -- and we all got home at the same time. Susan and Steve went down to the guest room for a nap, Vicki went back to her house, and Gail went upstairs to look for Cathy and Scott.

I noticed somebody had left the back door ajar, so I went over to close it. I noticed what looked like a strip of elastic on the grass near the back yard door, and I picked it up. Was this clothing? It could only be Cathy's if it was. I didn't know what bothered me more: that she'd been wearing something this insubstantial, or that she'd taken it off in the back yard.

I went upstairs to get some answers, and saw Gail standing in front of Cathy's open bedroom door, visibly upset. "Gail," I said, "is Cathy in her room? I need to speak with her for a mo-- oh my God!"

Cathy was in her bed, completely naked, completely exposed, and next to her her cousin Scott, equally naked. From their positions, they must have been having sex.

I was pretty sure my daughter wasn't a virgin -- that ship had probably sailed when she was fifteen, dating Howie -- but I was equally sure Scott and Gail were. Or had been.

And then I thought back to the wet bra Missy had found the other night, and all manner of troubling scenarios flashed through my mind.

"Okay, first things first. Gail, you shouldn't be seeing this. Go to your room." No, wait,

this

was her room as long as she's here. "Grab something to change into, and go across to the Conways. Don't tell anybody anything, okay? I'm serious. Okay?"

She nodded, grabbed a bikini from the guest dresser, all without looking at her brother and cousin who were still too stunned to cover up, and left the room. I could head her going into the bathroom.

I turned my back to the kids. "Get dressed, obviously. Then we're going to have to figure out how to contain this before our family gets invited to be on Jerry Springer."

"Um... Aunt Rani?"

"Yes?" If he asked me who Jerry Springer was, I might just lose it.

"My clothes aren't here."

"Of course they're not. Where are they?"

"The bathroom."

I went out into the hall and waited for Gail to come out of the bathroom. Then I went in and found Scott's clothes, which amounted to swim trunks and a t-shirt. I opened Cathy's door just wide enough to reach in and toss them inside.

My daughter and my nephew. Fuck.

And yes, I know I probably don't have any moral high ground: a couple of hours ago I was encouraging my brother and sister-in-law to do God-knows-what in the back seat of my car. And I'd woken up this morning next to my naked neighbor.

But this was my daughter. Almost certainly taking her cousin's virginity. Under my roof.

"Um... we're ready, Mom," Cathy said.

I walked back inside. Cathy had put on shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay," I said with no preamble, "Cathy, I'm not going to mention this to Dad. And Scott, I won't say a word to your parents. But this can't happen ever again; you understand that, right?"

They both nodded their heads.

"And Cathy, I just got a call from your soccer coach. Remember when she told you getting up to campus a week early was optional? Now she says it's mandatory, and she wants you ready for practice first thing tomorrow morning."

"When did she call?"

"While you and your cousin were having sex

," I said sharply, just barely avoiding saying "fucking." "So get packed, then go next door to say goodbye to Gail and Vicki. You can take off after Dad gets home, and make it to school before it gets dark."

"Um..." Cathy said.

"What?"

"Since Dad won't be home until dinner, can I go next door for a last swim?"

"I don't see why not. You," I said to Scott, "get going now." He left. I'm sure he would have been happy to stay while Cathy changed -- though I'm not sure what difference it would have made at this point. "And you," I said to Cathy, "find yourself a swimsuit you could wear to church. And I'll meet you there."

#

When I got to the pool, Cathy was already there, wearing a one-piece swimsuit we'd bought her several years ago -- still a perfect fit, since her figure hadn't changed all that much. Everybody but Scott and Gail must have been wondering about that, but I didn't care.

I was also aware that my own suit, a bikini, was a lot sexier than my 19-year-old's. And she probably had no idea I even owned it (let alone that I'd often worn it here without the top). But I just somehow wanted

not

to be dressed like a 40-year-old woman whose daughter is having sex with her cousin.

Missy, wearing a bikini with an extremely high-cut leg, lay down next to me. "Everything okay?" she asked. "You look a little... something."

"No, everything's fine," I said.

And now that the surprise had worn off, maybe I'd over-reacted. Honestly, what teenager

hasn't

been caught in the act by a parent at least once? It had happened to me twice, in fact.

And it's not as if Cathy and Scott were blood relatives, after all, though of course only Steve and I knew that.

"Mark got hold of a movie he's thinks we'll all like," Missy said. "Do you want to have another movie night tonight? I promise to stick to Diet Pepsi," she added apologetically.

"Sounds good to me."

"Good," she said, "I have

really

been in the mood for a good movie night all day today."

I told her "I have a feeling Steve and Susan will be as well."