The Last Straw (new 4/5)

[XboxPoptart]

always great to see another chapter of this. one of my favorite currently running stories

[neverdoubted]

The latest in a series of blissful dreams fading, I stirred and tried to stretch with my left arm. It did not respond. Consciousness not quite settling over me, I tested my hand with a flex. Warm, supple flesh yielded beneath my fingers and a girl whimpered beside me.

Stirring more awake, I smiled and loosened my grip on her to no more than a gentle cradle so she could go on sleeping and turned my attention toward the tingling in my other hand. The front lip of the other girl's hip bone was pressing my forearm against the mattress and cutting off circulation.

My smile - one that would not soon go away - grew bigger. It isn't common to wake up with each of your arms trapped beneath a naked girl. Sharing a bed with two beautiful companions and using their intimate anatomy to keep your hands warm - how many princes and caliphs would envy the night I just had!

Bea let out a tired groan when I made her shift and extracted my arm from beneath her. Working the feeling back into my fingers, I gave Mary's peach one last squeeze before freeing my other hand and sitting up.

With a stretch and a yawn, I climbed out the end of the bed. I didn't know the exact time, but sunbeams were already streaming in around the curtain. Shuffling toward the bathroom to pee, I noticed Cindy's cot was empty.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around. It didn't take long to confirm her absence from both the motel room and the bathroom. It wasn't like her to go off on her own like this. But I figured she had a good reason. Besides, she was thirteen. It's not like she needed a babysitter anymore.

After emptying my bladder, I splashed some cold water on my face to finish waking up. My morning wood throbbed in my briefs. But now that I had a dedicated cranking assistant to handle such matters, I didn’t have to take care of it myself.

Postponing my relief for a little while, I returned to the bedroom to muster my troops - at least the ones who were still around. When I pulled open the blinds to let in the morning daylight, Bea and Mary groaned in unison and tried to hide beneath the covers. They were both sleep-deprived and would go on snoozing as long as possible. But I wasn't about to let anyone in my charge make us late for church.

"Rise and shine," I announced - approaching the bed and giving the blanket a forceful yank. I watched with glee as the naked slumberers curled up into adorable balls of tantalizing flesh.

When I added, "it's time for breakfast", it got Mary's attention.

"What about my breakfast gown," she asked. I smirked at how quickly she had come to depend on that gown even though she had initially been scandalized by the sheer covering.

"Breakfast gown," said Bea - perking up at the topic of clothing, "may I have one, too?"

"We'll see," I answered - committing to nothing. Throwing on my old clothes from yesterday, I made the short trek next door to our parent's unit.

Having no doubt that Frank would already be awake, I knocked smartly on their door and waited at ease for him to answer it. I was not prepared for the scene inside.

"Ah, good morning, Junior," he said, as if greeting an old friend. It surprised me to see him still wearing his housecoat and slippers. Had he slept in?

"How are things on the western front," he added, waving a smoldering pipe in the direction of our room.

"Everything's fine," I reported, "Mary was just asking about her breakfast gown."

"By all means," he answered, swinging the door wide with a jovial grin.

I had never seen my father in such a relaxed and casual state. It was a little unnerving. I stepped into the room, and he shut the door. But when he drew back the curtains on the darkened scene, my eyes bulged.

Patricia was sleeping diagonally on the king-sized bed. She didn't appear to be wearing anything! Inviting me further inside, Frank led me right past the naked body on the bed. Splayed out face down, her limbs were tangled in the sheets. But the shafts of light from the window illuminated the rest of her.

It was a side of Patricia I never expected to see. Seeing her passed out on the bed, dead to the world, reminded me of the vigorous, all-night lovemaking session that she and Frank had engaged in. My entrance now had no effect on her slumber.

"I trust you have been doing your duty and keeping those girls well in hand," Frank added, from the corner of the room. He had settled into the chair to continue his pipe. And unconcerned about waking her, he spoke at a normal volume.

Finally able to tear my eyes away from the bed, I shook my head clear and processed his words. I had been keeping them in hand, all right! Two of them, at least.

Rushing to the closet to hide my blush, I called back, "yes, sir. They're, uh, getting around as we speak."

There was no point in getting him worked up about the AWOL member of our party. Cindy would show up eventually.

Sifting through various petticoats, skirts and dresses that had been hung on the rod, I located the gown Mary had been using and pulled it off its hook.

"Found it," I said, turning back to gawk openly at my naked stepmother.

Only forty, she was still relatively young and in good shape for her age. But I had no idea she was hiding these kinds of curves beneath her stodgy, matronly clothes. It was obvious now where her daughters had inherited their spectacular behinds!

"You'll have to excuse her for sleeping in," he teased, "she had a long night."

He did not try to stop me looking at her. In fact, he was almost inviting me to do so. He wanted me to know that I wasn't the only one on this vacation who could handle a naked Conyor girl. And though he didn't say it out loud, I could practically hear him teaching me a lesson about pleasing a woman.

"Pay attention, boy. When an Askis man sets his sights on a sexual conquest, this is what success looks like."

Just then, a sensual moan escaped Patricia's lips. Even though I had permission to be there, I scurried across the room toward the door before she woke up and saw me - glancing only briefly toward the bed as she started to roll over.

Taking my leave, I staggered against the wall outside. I was still coming to terms with hearing my stepmother cursing through the thin walls in the throes of her ecstasy. But now I had actually seen her naked. To top it off, she was smoking hot! What a revelation!

In the back of my mind, I had always wondered what Patricia saw in my father. He didn't have a lot of money and was so overbearing and difficult to live with. And while he begrudgingly parented her daughters, he never really accepted them as his own.

But that night showed me that perhaps there was more to their relationship than meets the eye. In public, she gave him all the respect and authoritative deference he demanded. And in private, he paid her back by satisfying her most primal, physical cravings. Frank Askis never leaves a task unfinished.

My father must have seen something in my behavior lately to decide I was now mature enough to peek behind the curtain and learn a little more about what life was really like. And I had to say, he was lucky to have found a woman like Patricia to share his bed. But I had no reason to be jealous of the bastard. After all, hadn't I just finished spending the night with two Conyors at once? Take that, old man!

With my erection thrumming, I eagerly unlocked the door to my unit. It wasn't until I was inside that I realized I hadn't gotten a second gown for Bea. But with Patricia stirring, I wasn't about to go back now. If Bea wanted to eat, she would just have to go to breakfast naked.

One thing on my mind, I marched straight to my pack and retrieved my bandana. Then, standing next to the bed, I gave Bea increasingly stronger nudges until she rolled over with droopy eyelids. When she saw me grinning ear to ear and holding the bandana, her shoulders slumped.

"Get up, Crankie," I ordered, "you have a job to do."

She let me drag her, naked and still half asleep, into the bathroom.

"Don't worry, this shouldn't take long," I promised, as I locked the door and secured the blindfold over her eyes.

There was no need to draw another bath. I simply shed my clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging behind the door. When I summoned her, she shuffled over to stand beside me.

I stood at ease, my feet about shoulder width apart. My hands clasped behind my back. My stiff penis twitching with excitement in the air in front of me.

"Proceed," I said - granting her permission to masturbate me.

A heady thrill washed over me - the type that only comes from wielding incredible power. But Bea just stood there helplessly - hesitating to fulfill her duty. What was her problem? She had done it once before and knew how.

Seeing she was going to need some encouragement, I wrapped my arm roughly around her waist and pulled her to my side. With a start, she stumbled forward to stand with her feet on either side of my right one and her abdomen pressed against my bare hip.

I shared a grin with my reflection as a petite, trembling hand reached out and slid downward across my stomach until it found its target. As her fingers wrapped around my throbbing shaft, I was reminded how good it felt to be attended to by a beautiful, naked partner.

I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning as she initiated the steady, up and down strokes I had taught her in the bathtub. My tingling balls tightened in response. They were eager to empty their contents. But I wanted to delay it so I could enjoy this experience as long as possible.

With halting breaths, I distracted myself with studying the naked, young man in the mirror. I was only fourteen, but my body was developing nicely. I was pleased that my shoulders were starting to broaden, and I could now see muscles in places that had formerly been smooth and boyish. Though I had hated it at the time, the work ethic and discipline instilled into me by my father had directly led to me being in such fine shape.

Speaking of shapes, my eyes wandered over to take in the gorgeous, naked body straddling my leg. In the mirror, Bea's lithe, sensual curves made the perfect contrast to my strapping, muscular frame. Intoxicated by the power, I gave into temptation and let my hand slide further down her backside. Her plump, naked bottom had tempted me all day at the fair. I couldn't resist the urge to finally figure out what made it so enticing.

The intimate squeeze made Bea squirm. But to her credit, she did not let her strokes falter. Perhaps some of my father's work ethic and discipline had rubbed off on her as well.

I held out as long as I could which, admittedly, wasn't very long. But in my defense, I was a horny, teenage boy getting his second ever hand job. With a final grunt, my sex organ did exactly what it was built to do - spurting repeatedly until both mirror and tile were coated in potent seed.

Immediately feeling a lot better, I sent Bea to stand in the corner. After brushing my teeth, I put on my new church clothes. Only then did I come over to address her.

"Good job, Crankie," I said, rewarding her bottom with a few patronizing pats, "now get this place cleaned up. It's almost time to head to breakfast."

When I removed her blindfold, she turned and looked at the mess her dutiful stroking had made. But since she was standing in a bathroom, she had everything at hand to clean it up.

"Wait," she called out as I was leaving, "what about my gown?"

"Sorry, but I only got Mary's," I said, trying to break the news gently.

When a look of utter despair washed over her face, my heart went out to her. Much like her sister, she was coming to depend on me. How could I let her down?

"But don't worry," I quickly added, "I'll take care of you."

She had earned that much.

[Somebody]

Nothing like having a wingman of a dad

[SixPathsKeyblader]

I'm interested in where Cindy might be.

[neverdoubted]

I'm interested in where Cindy might be.

Any guesses?

[SixPathsKeyblader]

Well, I don't know if Cindy has any money on her, but maybe she snuck off to buy some clothes for her sisters. Either way, I'm thinking that this is going to soon result in a naked Cindy.

[neverdoubted]

A good theory, but not quite.

[Freesub]

A good theory, but not quite.

An upset Cindy complaining to her father about being ignored, who promptly tells her that if she wants the same attention she is free to go naked as well?

[neverdoubted]

A good theory, but not quite.

An upset Cindy complaining to her father about being ignored, who promptly tells her that if she wants the same attention she is free to go naked as well?

She was upset. You got that much right.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

I wonder what the chances are that Cindy is already running around naked somewhere just for the sake of seeing what it's like. Maybe not fully in public where everyone can see her, but in some relatively private place, just to get a feel for it.

Or perhaps...

What if she is off reporting Frank to the police or to someone.