It was surprisingly easy to get out of the house. Jack escaped my hold long enough to turn back and silently pull my parents' bedroom door closed. I held my breath while he did it and then scurried quietly to my room. By the time I'd pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and crept barefoot downstairs, Jack was waiting for me, dressed like I was, by the front door. We slipped outside and Jack applied his magic to the door, closing it without a sound.
Our street was a dead end. The developers had probably called it a cul-de-sac, and had made a little park of the tiny bit of ground too small to build on after they'd finished the houses. Past it, the land dropped away to the four-lane road that provided access to this suburb and the others that stretched out beyond it. All the neighborhood kids had played here, staging mock battles between the trees, digging hide-outs and building forts. When we were older, it had become a place to escape our parents and smoke cigarettes and drink stolen booze. Most of us had had our first kiss here, first watching the bolder ones, then participating in a round-robin of more or less blissful discovery.
Jack led me to a wrought-iron bench under a tree at the farthest end of the park. The city services seemed to have noticed that nobody much came here anymore, and had neglected the up-keep. The boughs of a giant oak dipped around us like the short veil on a woman's fifties hat. Under their shadow no grass grew. Leaves turning to mulch and the caps of a thousand acorns scrunched under our bare feet.
Jack sat on one end of the bench and I leaned against the arm-rest at the other end and draped my legs over his lap. We eased back a minute, catching our breath. Then he looked over at me and cocked an eye-brow, and we were laughing out loud, releasing the pent-up tension of our narrow escape.
"So," Jack began, his hands brushing the dirt and acorn caps from my feet and slipping over my ankles and calves, "we need to come up with a story."
"No shit, boy genius. Got any ideas?" I was beginning to relax, and I slid down on the bench until his hands were at my knees.
"Well, I was thinking we tell them Warren came over with an XJ he'd just finished and wanted to take us for a test ride. That'd explain our cars in the drive, and we could just walk up and say he'd dropped us at the corner. Yeah, and we stopped for lunch or coffee or whatever. That should do it. I mean, the XJ's a four door, so we'd all fit. What do you think?"
My big brother the secret agent, I thought. Really. I mean it. Cool as a cucumber: hiding behind the door when Dad came in, keeping me calm. Dragging me over and spying on my parents having sex. Pulling the door shut after we'd all come and getting us out of there. Thinking up a cover story. Mr. Cool.
I was deep into his story, seeing our way out of this. Then, oh, my god. It all flooded back to me. My parents. Having sex. Anal sex. That picture flitted through my mind again: Dad sliding his thumb through the KY into my Mom's ass, lubing it up, and then easing his big cock into her. Mom groaning and opening up to him, taking it all in.
That wasn't really possible, was it? I mean, Ok. A little lube on the ass. Maybe a finger, or, oh shit, a thumb poking in. But that my Mom could take a cock that big. Back there. I could feel my own sphincter contract and relax rhythmically as I envisioned it. What I wasn't prepared for was how wet my pussy got thinking about it. I let my memory slip back over what I'd seen. Dad's huge, hard prick, bouncing behind my Mom's waiting ass. Mom on her knees, spread wide open, saying, "Just do it." And then Dad just pushing in. All the way in.
My thighs flopped open and my hips raised, willing Jack's fingers up to my oozing pussy.
"Jesus, Kathy. You helpless slut! I'm sitting here racking my brains to find a way out of this and you're trying to hump my hand. "
"Jack, your plan is a masterpiece. I'm sure it'll work." I smiled lazily up at him. "But now you've figured it out, we've got some time before we go home. All work and no play will make..."
"Yeah. Jack a dull boy." I arched my back and pulled up my shirt and pointed my stiff nipples at him. "Well, I guess we don't want that to happen," he grinned, and leaned down to suck me between his lips.
