Mark Jacobs - The horniest family

"I… I… I told a fib. I told them I was going over to Aunt Ellen's," Dan said. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Dawn said, beginning to cry.

"Okay, Dawn. Let's not start crying now. I think it'll be all right if you told Mom and Dad you were going over to Aunt Ellen's. You stay there real late lots of times," Chastity said, looking at Doug with an expression of deep relief.

"Sure, Dawn. They'll never find out where you were," Doug said.

"But there is one thing, Dawn. You have to pro mine never to tell anybody what you saw through the window. Okay?" Chastity said.

"I promise," Dawn said, sounding relieved. Doug and Chastity were more relieved than their sister. Dawn hadn't mentioned seeing anything unusual through the window. Perhaps she was afraid to tell what she saw. Or perhaps the room was dark and hazy and the window frosted over so thickly that she hadn't seen anything clearly. They could only hope. Doug and Chastity got their clothes together and dressed quickly. They took their leave without saying any good-byes. Most of the party-goers were so stoned and sexed-up that they didn't notice who came and went. Doug jumped into his Porsche and Dawn and Chastity drove home in the station wagon in cold silence.

In the week following the party, Dawn's parents never once questioned the story Doug and Chastity had concocted to explain their sister's whereabouts that night. In fact not a word was said about the party by anyone, although Doug and Chastity could think about little else after their encounter on Marcy's waterbed.

Both Doug and Chastity were afraid that their mother might just happen to mention the story Dawn had told her to their aunt. They knew that such an accident could spell disaster. Under heavy questioning Dawn might break down and confess everything. Neither Doug nor Chastity knew yet what Dawn had witnessed that night, if indeed she had witnessed anything. They were afraid to ask.

Having been brought up in the company of such a sexually motivated and open-minded family, Dawn knew something about sex already. Her parents had told her at a very early age about the fundamentals of sex, from a biological standpoint at any rate. Bill and Rena had promised themselves to explain sex to Dawn more thoroughly in the near future. At the moment she knew just enough about the subject to be very curious when confronted with something new.

Had Doug and Chastity known exactly how much their sister had observed at the party, their worries would have been considerably increased. Dawn had watched the wild fucking through the window far longer than she had let on and she had seen more than enough to keep her young and impressionable mind busy for a long time.

Dawn couldn't help wondering what was going on inside Marcy Palmer's big living room that night. Any number of questions came to mind. Why was Marcy sitting on the floor all naked with her legs up high in the air? And why was that bay's head down between her legs? Was he kissing her? Why was that pretty black girl holding that black boy's thing in bet mouth? Why were some of the boys holding their things in their hands and rubbing them up and down? And why were some of the girls rubbing their pee-pees and sticking their fingers in there? Why were all those people doing all those funny things together in the same room? Dawn's knowledge of sex was purely clinical in nature. She knew that the man was supposed to put his penis between the woman's legs. She knew that the man's seed made a baby grow in the woman's belly. But why was Rick Davisson doing that to Chastity? She wasn't supposed to have a baby. She wasn't even married!

Dawn couldn't understand why Doug got so upset when he saw her peeking in the window. Everyone had been enjoying themselves it seemed. She knew that there wasn't anything wrong with the tamp they were doing because Doug and Chastity and many of their friends were there and they wouldn't do anything bad. Why then were Doug and Chastity so scared when they found out about her? She wanted to ask but was afraid to. She didn't want to upset them again.

She struggled with her promise to Doug and Chastity not to tell their secret. She hated to tell secrets and was afraid they would find out about it if she did. There was also the unpleasant possibility that her mother and father would be angry with her for staying out so late that night and lying about it. If they found out about her little lie, they might get mad. But it was worth the risk to get the answers to her questions. She might be expected to know how to do those things, too, when she went to high school. She thought that it would be safer to talk to her parents some time when Doug and Chastity were out of the house. She would wait until the next weekend.

Dawn thought Doug and Chastity would never leave that Saturday night. Doug finally went out after getting a call, supposedly from some guys who wanted to shoot some pool with him. Dawn seriously doubted that Doug really wasted time playing pool on Saturday nights after having so much fun the week before at Marcy's house. Chastity sat around for another hour talking to her mother about nothing in particular. Dawn was about to give up on her plan when the phone rang again. Chastity answered it and talked for what seemed like forever. She announced later that Rick Davisson was going to take her to a movie. She ran upstairs to get dressed. By the time she got back downstairs, it was eight o'clock. Rick arrived at eight-thirty and it was nine before they finally left.

It took Dawn another hour to summon up her courage before tackling the difficult task she had set for herself. She thought she had finally found a way to start the conversation with her mother when her father entered the room. Rena dropped the magazine she had been reading and smiled warmly when she saw him. He had been reading the paper and sipping a martini in the den. He sat down next to Rena on the sofa and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Dawn felt that her problem was now compounded. It wasn't that she had any qualms about talking of sex with her father. In fact both parents always shared the conversation with her when they talked about such things. But somehow Dawn felt that this conversation had to be different.

While Dawn was carefully considering her problem, Bill was considering how good a nice leisurely fuck would feel that night. In Bill's expert opinion, Rena was looking particularly alluring at the moment, not that she didn't always look alluring to him. She looked soft and tempting in her white feather-collared robe and fluffy white slippers. Her deep green eyes had that bedroom look about them.

Rena moved close to her husband when he sat down with her. Rena enjoyed using her womanly charms on Bill when she wanted to excite him. As far as shows concerned, marriage could still be an exciting experience if both partners treated each other as loves whose affection had to be sought after and won. She still knew haw to drive him crazy with lust.

Bill put his arm around Rena's shoulder and held her close to him. She snuggled still closer and dropped her hand to Bill's knee. That was as far as their petting could go in the presence of their daughter, who seemed to be concentrating on her homework only half-heartedly. Bill felt his cock stir a little. He knew that it would stir more than a little if he had his way.

"Dawn, how much homework do you have to finish?" he asked.

"Homework?" she replied, looking up as if she were brought suddenly back from a daydream. "Oh, not too much," she said.

"Wouldn't you like to do it tomorrow instead of tonight? You've had a pretty busy day," Bill said.

"Tomorrow? Sure… I can do it tomorrow if it's all right with you and Mom," she said, still not paying attention to her own words.

"Is something the matter Dawn?" Rena asked. "You seem far off somewhere."