Jack And Jill Ch 02 1

Author's note: To avoid family tree confusion, Grandma and Grandpa are the parents of Kate, Sam, Ben, and Maria. Their spouses are Don, Abby, Lily, and Gary, respectively. Jill is Kate's daughter. Jack is Sam's son. Byron is Lily's nephew. Jenny is Gary's niece.

Chapter II

Jack went first. Access to the root cellar was close to, but not in, the kitchen area. He came back almost immediately and told me the path to the staircase was clear. I gave him a conspiratorial grin and walked swiftly up the stairs to find the furthest bathroom from the stairwell.

I stripped, rinsed all of Jack's cum out of my shirt, draped my shirt over the radiant heater and showered. I scooped up and ate goops of Jack's cum before washing the sticky goo down the drain, feeling the same naughty tingle I had in the cellar. My shirt wasn't completely dry, but I put it back on and rejoined the party through the kitchen door on the side of the house, left of the deck. It was easy to slip into the crowd by finding and chasing my little brother and sister, who were running in and out of the water. I saw Jack wearing swim trunks and realized I could've done the same, thinking how my community college aspirations showed.

We kept our distance from one another until we could be next to one another, free of accusation. Once we felt safe, we joined the older cousins. Our interest in college life that didn't exist a year ago.

Byron was at State for engineering, and Jack would likely follow him. Jenny was doing the same thing with a kicker -- she was a Chemistry-Mathematics double major, a super nerd, attending a private STEM university on a scholarship. Saying I was committed to my community college's music program was silly compared to their lofty degrees. She laughed and told me I'd date guys with better hygiene than she would ever see on campus. After distracting the boys by pointing out Aunt Maria's bikini, Jenny put her hand on my ass and whispering, 'Girls, too.'

I reassessed her nerdy hair. She parted it down the middle and bundled it into a single, thick braid that reached below her shoulder blades. She was half a head taller than I and radiated a weird, flirty vibe. I shocked myself when I didn't back down. I pressed my fingers lightly on Jenny's lower back, letting them graze the skin between her shorts and shirt. The fabric under her shorts was more bikini than cotton briefs I guessed she wore a matching bikini top under the button-down top,

Jenny smirked when my finger touched the crack of her ass. She tucked herself close to me and kept her hand half-on, half off my ass with our backs towards the house. If anyone saw us, it looked harmless.

"If we have a moment alone, you'll tell me everything?"

Jenny purred, "What is it you want to know?"

"I feel you know more than I do and can educate me."

"Maybe. Maybe you can too."

As Grandma called lunch, the chaos resumed; younger kids, including my brother and sister, were herded to the real tables, adults claimed their seats around deck chairs and coffee tables. Jenny and I, still crackling with our conspiracies, arranged to sit with Jack and Byron--Jenny and I seized the larger table for the four of us.

Jack and Byron joined us after Mom announced Aunt Maria would be topless on the boat later if they wanted a better view. We huddled in our mini-circle. Jack and Byron focused on their meal until the adults stopped teasing them. We were between the adults and the kids. Grandpa and Grandma were sitting with them, with two other adults.

Actually...that wasn't right.

Grandma and Grandpa sat with their grandchildren on two traditional picnic tables. The adults sat at smaller picnic tables built for two that encircled the larger one in the middle.. Aunt Maria and my dad were adjacent to us, my mom and Gary, Uncle Ben and Abby, and Uncle Sam and Lily.

The older cousins, including me, sat at the 12 o'clock position at a round table large enough for four. There was one table like ours at six that remained empty, and the parents sat in the 2, 5, 7, and 10 positions. Occasionally, one of the little ones would try to slink off, but they couldn't escape. Having two different parents in each spoke made it harder for them to pull the aunt or uncle sympathy card.

"You let it slip you're going on the boat this afternoon?" I asked.

"Yeah," Byron said, "Then Maria made it a production in front of your mom."

"I thought it sounded weird when she said it."

Jenny had to finish the bite in her mouth because she was cracking up.

"She sounded like you two were gonna hook up."

"It's best not to give my mom ammunition."

I gave Jack a knowing look. It must've been obvious because Jenny nudged my leg with hers.

"Aunt Maria set you up this time, so don't worry about it," I said.

"Are you still going?" Jack asked.

"Duh-doy," Byron said, "I wanted to go before I knew I was gonna see her tits."

Jenny and I laughed. Not only had he said 'tits' too loud, Aunt Maria was sitting adjacent to us with my dad.

"That boat is long enough to be considered a yacht." Jenny said, "But the walls are paper thin. Keep that in mind if you're feeling frisky."

I squeezed Jenny's knee while biting my lip. I had no idea what was going through Byron's mind, but whatever it was made him redder than Mom's earlier comment.

Jack hunched closer and whispered, barely moving his lips. "Isn't it weird they didn't invite either of you girls onto the boat?"

"Because Aunt Maria might show her boobs?" I asked, "I'd join her in a hot minute."

"Please," Jenny snorted, "Maria would go topless to mow the lawn, especially if she had an audience."

Byron dug his fork into the potato salad, mulling it over.

"So why go through the trouble of making it a show? They keep hinting it'll be wild out there, but--" He dropped his voice: "It feels like a trick. Like Jack and I are the fish, and Maria is the lure."

"Maybe, but it's normal for them to be naked on the boat. That's how Uncle Ben tells it after his third beer." Jack smirked, "If they're making such a fuss, it's to cover something bigger than being nudists.

"Naked after the third beer?" Byron asked.

Byron looked at Aunt Maria as if the concept of seeing her completely naked had finally landed.

Jenny giggled. Byron was not ashamed to admit, at least silently, that he wanted to see Aunt Maria in the buff. I caught it, and Jenny and I shared the same electric tingle when a scheme reveals itself and becomes a shared secret. Jack ate his burger, oblivious to the conspiracies fomenting right under his nose.

"Think about it," Byron said, "Maria's there to keep Jack and me distracted. If she's waving her... everything around, you're not supposed to notice what the uncles or Grandpa are up to."

"Or maybe it's nothing," Jack countered, pretending to stir his drink. "Maybe they want to sneak-smoke cigars without making a production."

I nodded, but my mind was racing. "Unless," I said, "They're running coke to Canada, and the boat trip's a front for a grandparent drug empire."

"That'd explain why there's a full attic that no one talks about." Jenny said, "And drugs can pay for a nice house with a dock and a boat."

Jack's eyes were skeptical.

"When's the last time you checked the attic?"

"Never, it's just too much trouble to go into the attic, or so I'm told," Jenny said.

I nudged Jenny under the table, then focused on the boys.

"I guess we're getting attic duty while you two focus on things that aren't Aunt Maria's boobs."

"Is there any chance we'll be sleeping with the fishes if we find the dark, dark secret?" Byron asked.

"I can think of much worse things than getting murdered," I said.

Byron's brow furrowed, enough for us all to recognize his unspoken worry.

"If Grandma and Grandpa are criminals," Jenny said, "Don't you think someone in the family would be in prison by now?"

Jack's eyes darted to mine.

"I think they're hiding a curse or secret affair that makes the family look complicit."

"Curse?" Byron asked.

"Like great grandpa abandoned a hundred Chinese miners and left them to die while building a railroad." Jack said, "Not a real railroad, but they traded people for money or married into a family that did and let it keep happening."

"That's horrifying," I said.

Jenny figured it out.

"They're spoon feeding us so we don't choke, right?"

"One bite at a time."

"So we figure out what it is and make our own decision," I said.

Byron thought it was a question. It was that simple.

The last traces of our conspiracy talk died under the thump of boat prep outside--thuds, clanks, the low rattle of chain dragging over wood.

Jenny and I watched Gary and my dad, dragging what looked like an old steamer trunk from the shadow of the boathouse. The thing was heavy enough that both men had to take a handle, carrying it slowly, footsteps thumping in irregular time. The trunk, battered but solid, was banded with tarnished brass. Neither one of us could tell whether it was wood or hide stretched over a frame. That was important because an array of symbols, letters, and numbers marked every side we could see. We couldn't tell if they were carved, stamped, or branded into the material.

"I feel like that's either a pirate's treasure chest or a prop for a séance," Jenny whispered.

"Or a shit load of cocaine," I said.

Aunt Maria strutted down the path to the dock wearing only her bikini, carrying a beach bag. With a flourish, she whistled back at Byron and Jack. "C'mon, gentlemen! Sun's up, grab your towels and get a move on! Kate and I aren't going to steer this tub all by ourselves."

Jack gave me a nod and Byron a more obvious eye roll. Their postures straightened from the lure of Maria's bikini body, but they kept one eye on that trunk, cataloging every odd scuff and scrawl pretending it wasn't creepy. Byron and Jack had been going back and forth about whether Mom would risk a two-piece bathing suit given her cleavage. Like Jenny, Mom wore denim shorts and a beach shirt over her bathing suit and proved to be wearing a one-piece bathing suit. She exposed her sturdy, wide shoulder straps that exposed her posterior to mid-back with a U-shaped cut, and continued below her waistband.

As Gary and my dad finished loading up, Grandma caught Jenny and me hovering too near the action, suspicion crinkling the corners of her eyes. She waved us back toward the porch with a brisk motion.

"You two, don't you dare run off--we just finished that lunch. Go, digest, find your diary, and then you can help with the little ones in an hour. There's plenty of time for mischief later."

Jenny arched her eyebrow at me.

"Yes, ma'am. Plenty of time,"

Behind us, Grandma turned her attention to the younger cousins assembling for games, releasing Jenny and me to slip inside the house.

"Where to first?" I asked.

"Let's check out the attic."

We climbed the stairs. Jenny and I slid through the muffled hush of the third floor, wood creaking beneath us, the air oddly dense. Two rooms off the landing, meant for servants long ago, now housed stored boxes, veiled shapes, obstacles that forced us together, twisting, squeezing past a wardrobe or trunk. Jenny's fingers trailed my arm, laughter ghosting out as she eyed moldy portraits half lost in dust. Jenny whispered into my neck.

"Shouldn't attics feel ancient and haunted?"

"I thought we were looking for ledgers of criminal transactions."

The maze pinched us close, her chest at my back, both of us breathing shallow.

"Or Grandpa's vintage porn collection."

A giggle, quick as a match strike. Our hands found each other, a silent taunt. She suddenly hugged me, discharging the sexual energy between us.

"At least we have enough light to see them properly."

I dropped to my hands and knees, her body sliding against mine. She followed, her proximity an excuse, my nerves prickling. Under draped sheets, forgotten furniture became small worlds I pushed into. Crawling farther, I poked my head beneath another sheet: not servants' quarters, but a bunkhouse, immense. I sprawled on my belly, half-laughing into the musty air.

"I think the boys are going to have more fun than we. This room goes on forever."

Jenny crawled on top and poked through the curtain, surprised by what I found. Breath mingled. I parted my thighs, barely thinking.

"Are we looking for family secrets or looking for an excuse to make out?" I said.

She didn't blink. "Both."

We hovered there, wide-eyed. I tugged her closer. Jenny's hips found thighs to grind against. I moaned loud enough to surprise myself. Fingers skimmed my back, her lips parted, our mouths and tongues mingled in the hush. The moment was brief, but we both got happy tickles before we collapsed to our sides, grinning up at the coffee service we lay under.

"So...do you miss the Harvest Fair since you moved out by the lake? Weird not seeing you at the funnel cake line."

I clicked my tongue.

"I can't believe I didn't recognize you when we got here."

My fingers slid along her braid.

"I remember Jenny with short brown hair. You got sick on the Tilt-a-Whirl, then had a meltdown by the corn maze. Your hair never touched your shoulders." I ran my hand along its length. "And now it's nearly black, down your back."

She smiled with all the old mystery, and we lay there, close enough to feel each other, the attic suddenly a world apart.

We squirmed deeper under a sloping roof, crawling on elbows and knees over sun-warmed wood and musty canvas. My shoulders brushed Jenny's; her braid tickled my cheek every time she stopped to check on me, that sly half-grin egging me on. At last, the storage maze opened into a sunlit alcove--bigger, airier, the boards under us bowed with age but were solid.

Jenny plopped against the wall. She yanked the tie from her braid. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders and tumbled down her back, wild and tangled but a lot straighter than I expected in the attic light. She made a ceremony of shaking her head, fingers combing through, her hair like a movie star, all show, all heat.

"Feels so much better down. It was making my scalp itch."

The mischievous energy coiled between us. Jenny stretched, her shirt riding up, and I reached out without thinking, running a finger along the waistband of her shorts, then catching myself.

"I know you and Jack went somewhere after your mom and Sam did their show.

I covered my face with my hands.

"God, I'm ninety percent sure she cornered Jack on the boat and interrogated him about every awkward thing we did in the basement."

"So why don't you braid my hair and tease the hell out of me while telling me what happened?"

Telling someone about my basement adventure during a metaphorical intermission was the most cosmic luck. Jenny sealed the deal when she spread my knees and sat crisscross applesauce in front of me.

I intended to start my story with me playing with Jack during the ritual family circus, but one rake through her soft, velvety hair captivated me. Jenny's moan told me I had missed out on a lot of girlfriend flirting despite our continual teasing.

I took my time playing with her hair. I teased her hair into four sections before starting my story. I began with our reunion ice icebreaker, starting with my dad apologizing for Mom's behavior while I held Jack's dick.

Jenny's hair was thick, so splitting her hair into four different bundles showed me why it made sense to braid her hair instead of wrestling with a thick ponytail.

"So, how big is he?"

"Jack's my first hands-on, so he felt huge."

"One fist or two?"

I pulled the current set of layers tight and whispered one and a half. Jenny gave me a happy moan, and I moved on to the part where we escaped my mom before she detected Jack's erection.

"She would have made a scene?"

"That's exactly how my mom deals with anything remotely sexual." I said, "So we hid in the cellar."

"Did you pounce on him?"

"I wanted to, but he was out of sorts after his dad and my mom did their thing."

"Or being handled while they were doing it."

I pulled her braid and nipped at her neck. Jack and I had a lot of feelings running around in our heads four years ago. Comfortably holding Jack's dick in my hand, with our parents close by, filled the space created by a four year gap in our relationship.

I didn't realize it was a sore spot for me until she brought it up and compared it to the anxiety Jack felt. Jenny took her medicine, and we shared a kiss before continuing.

"But you did pounce, right?"

"I did. He was mopey about being embarrassed by our parents, and I grabbed his boner."

"You just grabbed it?

I nuzzled her neck and whispering what I told Jack when I grabbed him, grabbing her boob in sync with my story.

"That's when I suggested he take care of it before Mom saw it." I said, "And asked if I could watch."

"Did he? Did you?"

OMG.

The intensity of the moment struck me hard as the image of Jack stroking himself while kneeling popped into my head as I described it. I had forgotten how many check boxes were ticked off during Jack's masturbation session. Jenny had more sexual experience than I did, but based on her reaction and the number of questions she asked. My time with Jack was more erotic and educational than anything intimate she'd done with a boy. The biggest turn-on for her was Jack closing his eyes and letting me watch without judgment.

Jenny let out a sigh.

"That was perfect, just perfect."

"Well, I left out one part. When I asked him to close his eyes," I said, "He asked if I would close my eyes too."

Jenny STEM-smart brain cycled three times, "Wait...You... No!"

"You masturbated?"

"Butt naked."

Jenny shuddered when I slid my hand between her legs. I did not try to masturbate her while thinking about how I did it in front of Jack. I didn't do it for two reasons. First, I want to save the best for last, and it was just too easy to tease her without losing my libido reins.

I put the flat of my palm on her shorts and whispered.

"When I opened my eyes, Jack was on his stomach, his face three feet from my box, watching me climax."

Jenny rolled her hips, trying to get some resistance, and whined when I wouldn't give it to her.

"So mean."

"I don't want to spoil the ending."

Her eyes grew wide.

"Don't tell me there's more."

"Oh yeah," I said, "After I got dressed, I noticed Jack had a tent in his shorts. He was about to rub out round two, and I offered to help."

Jenny turned around and took my hands, ending our game. Her serious expression made me anxious.

"Are we considering losing our V-card, or is the deed already done?"

Jenny, jumping to us having sex took me by surprise, but it forced me to admit I had thought about it.

"I gave him a hand job under my shirt."

"And?"

"I wanted to suck his dick so bad." I said, "If he hadn't been tangled under my shirt, I would've dropped my knees and done it."

"That's the dream--to be taken and ravished by someone you trust."

She could tell I didn't grasp the image in her mind. Jenny raked my hair, then stood coaxing me onto my knees. She pushed my face into her crotch. I drank in her scent. Her shorts were damp, and she smelled of sex.

"This is what you imagined Jack doing, manhandling you, right?"

The best I could do was grunt an affirmative. All of my buttons, plus ones I was borrowing from her, were being pressed. She pretended to face-fucked me with an imaginary penis, pushed me onto my back and got on top of me.

"After he violates your mouth, he throws you down and stares at you with his piercing eyes. Then he grabs you roughly and buries his shaft inside you, relishing your pain before taking you properly."

Jenny slammed her hips into me to mirror taking my virginity. She pinned my wrists and ground her crotch against mine then humped me like she was making love to me.