The Babysitter Beta Part 14

The next week passed with a surprising lack of drama from Amanda. She wasn’t speaking with me but let Penny into the house. They weren’t on good terms, according to Penny, but it would take time. 

Work continued as usual, but with the Fourth of July approaching, Lana and I made plans to celebrate the holiday at my place. The park near my house was throwing a Fourth of July celebration we planned on attending so Abby could watch the fireworks. Penny was coming along, and so was Anne. It would be the first time we all hung out together since our time together Sunday night.

The celebration would start earlier than that, though, with my father participating in the Independence Day Parade. 

Friday, the fourth of July, arrived, and I gathered everything required for us to attend the parade. Penny rode with us, sitting in the back with Abby. She’d spent the night Thursday, sharing my bed and shower this morning. After a quick breakfast, we were on our way to meet Lana and Anne at the park, which would give us a good amount of shade for watching the parade route. 

This was not my first rodeo. 

The parade my father marched in every year was closer to his town than mine. It passed through the main street and sections of town, which were always the busiest. Near the start of the parade, however, it passed the edge of a local park with plenty of trees. You had to be there earlier if you wanted to see the start of the parade, but it was worth it. 

We parked beside Lana and Anne’s car, and I smiled to see them as we stepped out of the jeep. I took Abby out of her car seat while Penny greeted Lana and Anne. 

Penny wore a set of high-waisted denim shorts that came to the top of her thighs and covered her belly button. Above it, she wore a red crop top with bows on her shoulders, as if the straps tied at the top, even though they didn’t. The sleeveless look was cute and chic. Her black heels weren’t the most practical, but they looked comfortable enough, and she liked how they made her butt look. At least, that was her answer when I asked why she’d wear those to a parade. 

Her white purse completed the patriotic ensemble. 

Lana and Anne had chosen similar themes, with white sunglasses on their faces. Lana wore a red, white, and blue dress that looked like the flag. Anne wore a red, white, and blue sports jersey with USA across the front and back in place of a name. She wore the jersey like a dress, showing off plenty of leg from her white sneakers to the tops of her thighs. 

I wore blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a red baseball cap without sports logos. The cap was faded enough that if someone remembered the old album cover, they might have mistaken me for a Bruce Springsteen cosplayer. 

“Can you walk with Penny?” I asked Abby, who reached for Penny’s hand before she answered me. 

Penny laughed and took Abby’s hand while I took the camping chairs out of the back of the jeep. 

The girls said hi, reintroducing themselves to Abby as we started walking. She nuzzled into Penny, but by the time we reached the traditional family spot, she’d warmed up to Lana, who was putting the most effort into talking to her. 

“Hey, Julio!” Alejandro’s voice rang out over the chatter. There weren’t a ton of people lining the parade road, but there were enough that it took me a second to find him. He waved, showing us the spot he, his family, and my mother had taken. I waved back, and we joined their party, spreading our chairs out beside them. 

Abby hopped down and ran off to play with her cousins, who had turned the space between the curb and the trees into a bean bag toss. Lots of kids roamed around, playing, laughing, shrieking, and carrying on. Anne looked slightly uncomfortable and kept close to the curb. Lana kept close to me, and Penny kept her eyes on Abby but didn’t stop her from playing with other kids who asked her to join their game of tag. 

I kissed my mother on the cheek, greeting her. 

“No greeting for your Abuela?” My mother called to Abby, who giggled and ran away, playing with her new best friends. 

I laughed. “She’ll be back when she realizes you brought snacks.” I assured her. 

My mother chuckled. “You were the same when you were young.” 

“Mami, you remember Penny, Lana, and Anne from Sunday?” I asked, reintroducing the people I was with. 

My mother’s expression shifted, and she looked past me before nodding at them. “Yes, nice to see you again.” She said without meaning it. “No Mandy?” 

“No.” I said, shaking my head. “Mandy and I have uh… agreed to go our separate ways.” 

“Oh, no!” My mother said, shaking her head and slapping me on the arm. “What did you do?” 

I laughed. I wasn’t about to tell my mother that Amanda and I would never work out because I was in love with Penny. That wasn’t a conversation to have here. 

“Nothing, Mami. We just decided it wouldn’t work between us. You know it was complicated.” I reminded her. Mandy being fresh off her divorce and not ready to settle down, was easy enough to blame. 

My mother sighed. “We'll talk later. Sit, sit. The parade should be here soon. There’s beer in the red cooler. The blue one is juice and soda for the children. The white one is snacks.” 

“Thanks, Mami.” I said, smiling as I stopped at the red cooler and plucked a beer from the ice. It was a little early to start drinking, but it was a holiday.

I guided the others toward the coolers, and we moved toward our chairs but didn’t sit yet. Anne kept glancing toward my brother, and when I raised my eyebrow to ask her why, she nodded toward him again. He kept glancing at her but looked away whenever he thought anyone else might be looking at him. 

I sighed. 

“Didn’t you say he wasn’t a subscriber?” I asked Anne. 

Anne nodded. “I checked on LinkedIn. I definitely interviewed with his company a few months back. That’s where I recognized him from and why I probably looked familiar to him. My hair was longer then, but he probably recognized me without realizing it.” 

I nodded, then strolled over to Alejandro, standing next to him as we drank our beers and watched the kids to make sure none of them played too roughly with the others. When you had kids of different ages running around playing physical games, it was easy for someone to get hurt by accident. Our presence usually prevented things from getting too rough. 

“Gabriella asked me if you’d be bringing guests today… I told her no.” Alejandro said, frowning and pointedly not looking at Anne. 

In other words, my brother’s wife wanted to know if Anne was coming. 

“You could have just asked me.” I said. “We thought it would be fun. We’ll head back to the house after this and have the chill day we originally planned last Sunday before Mami took it over.” 

Alejandro chuckled. “You probably could have given the babysitter the day off. There are plenty of people here to watch her. And Gabriella’s told me to tell you a few times she’d watch Abby anytime you needed.” 

It was nice of Gabriella to offer that. She’d been eager to help since Charlie died, but I could only accept so much charity and the pity that came with it.

“No, it’s okay.” I said. “She wanted to come anyway.” 

Alejandro glanced at Penny and shrugged. “So you brought your babysitter and your girlfriend, but why is Anne here?” 

I froze. Was there a way to say she’s dating the woman I’m dating that made it make sense? Probably not. 

“You don’t like Anne?” I asked. 

“I’m fine with her.” Alejandro said. He sipped his beer. “Gabby, on the other hand… not a fan.” 

“Yeah. Though I think Anne wants to apologize for Sunday. Maybe it’ll be good for them to talk it out?” I asked. 

“Your funeral.” Alejandro said, clapping me on the shoulder. “But don’t be surprised if we have to hose them down or pull them apart from a catfight.” 

“We’ll dump some ice on them if things get too hot.” I said, chuckling. 

Alejandro laughed and shook his head. “Gabby was pissed after Sunday. She still thinks I’m hiding some kind of affair. She went through all my devices to check for OnlyFans and shit.” 

“Sorry about that.” I said, not sure what else to say. “Anne mentioned she thinks she recognizes you from having interviewed at your company recently.” 

“Yes!” Alejandro said excitedly. The dim bulb of recognition had finally flared into illumination. “She couldn’t have mentioned that Sunday?!? It’s been hell this week.” 

I couldn’t relate. 

“Sorry. She’ll clear the air with Gabriella.” I said. “As soon as Gabriella’s ready to listen.” 

“She’d better.” Alejandro said. “Gabriella’s been a total control freak since Sunday. I don’t even have an OnlyFans subscription, and she’s acting like I cheated on her.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think she took what Anne said that seriously.” I said, not having heard from them since Sunday. 

“You were wrong about that.” Alejandro said. 

“Sorry, again.” I said, not sure what else to say. “Let’s clear things up. Gabriella!” I said, waving her over. “Come here a moment?” 

Gabriella’s surprise startled her out of her glare at Anne as she turned her eyes toward me. She left her station, watching the mass of local kids with some of the other mothers, and approached with cautious curiosity. 

“Good to see you again.” I said. “You look great in that shade of red.” I said, opening with a compliment. 

Gabriella’s small smile lifted as she looked down at my feet and shrugged. “Thanks.” She said. “It’s an old dress, but I like it.” 

“You remember my friend, Anne, right?” I asked, gesturing toward Anne. 

“Of course.” Gabriella said, grinding her teeth. 

“Anne!” I waved her over, and Anne stepped cautiously forward. 

She approached, and Gabriella stood there waiting for her to speak. Anne looked cowed but struggled through what she’d practiced to say. “Hey. I just wanted to apologize for Sunday. It was dumb, but I was trying to be as chaotic and offensive as possible to make Lana look good by comparison. She was nervous, and I was trying to get Julio’s mom to hate me, so she’d like Lana.” 

Gabriella stared at her. “That was dumb.” 

“Yeah.” Anne admitted. “Like I said. Sorry.” 

“So you’re not a sex worker?” Gabriella asked as if accusing her all over again. 

“Oh, I am.” Anne said. “That part was true.” She shrugged. “But it’s not where your husband recognized me from. I actually interviewed at his company a few months ago. He was one of the people on the panel I interviewed with.” 

Alejandro nodded, confirming her story. 

“But you didn’t take the job?” Gabriella asked. “You’d rather make money on your back?” 

“Hey.” I said, getting offended for Anne’s sake. 

Anne raised her hand to stop me. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard or thought before.

“What I do is a lot of work.” Anne said. “But they didn’t offer me the job. They went with a different candidate. And I probably make about the same, so it all worked out.” 

Gabriella didn’t seem to know what to say to that. Her blatant attempt to shame Anne for her life choices had failed. Anne wasn’t going to apologize for doing what she loved and making money at it. You might as well try to shame an author for not also wanting to work a nine-to-five job. 

“I just wanted to set the record straight and apologize for any stress I caused with the accusation. It was wrong of me. I’m sure your husband’s great, and he’s definitely not a subscriber. I checked.” Anne said. “I’m sorry.” 

Gabriella frowned and turned her glare on Alejandro. 

“I told you.” Alejandro said. “That’s the truth.” 

Gabriella sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” She said, giving Alejandro a hug. He went for a kiss, but she turned her cheek to him. 

Anne shot me a look. Whatever had happened between them obviously wasn’t fixed with a single apology, but their marriage was theirs to sort through. We didn’t have much time to discuss it further anyway. The parade started. 

This wasn’t the big balloon parade of a big city. It was a smaller local parade with many marching bands, Boy Scout troops, and homemade floats. The creativity was always enjoyable, and the parade itself was delightful. Sitting in the shade, watching the parade, I laughed and clapped with the others as the floats went by. 

Clowns threw candy to the kids, then cartwheeled away from having to deal with the inevitable sugar rushes. I didn’t mind. I had Lana on one side, Anne sitting beside her, and Penny on my other side. Abby was in and out of Penny’s lap as the parade went on. It depended on her excitement level and whether there was candy to catch. 

We waved enthusiastically to my father as he marched past with his veteran group. As usual, he acknowledged us with a well-timed wink without breaking formation or his stoic march forward. He was probably getting too old to do this, but none of us felt up to convincing him to sit out next year. This, for whatever reason, was important to him. I saw no reason to rob him of it. 

We parted ways after the parade. My family left to meet my father and go to lunch, but the girls and I had plans already. My mother couldn’t think of a way to invite Abby and me without also inviting Lana and Anne, so after one invite and a polite rejection, we hugged and kissed goodbye. 

Lana and Anne followed Penny, Abby, and me to my place. We changed clothes, put on more sunscreen, and headed outside. I fired up the grill and started cooking while the others situated themselves around the pool. 

I cooked at the grill like I’d intended last Sunday before my family took over the dinner plans. The weather was perfect for July. The sun was on its descent as the temperatures hung in the upper nineties, but it was cool in the shade on the patio. Abby and Penny squealed and had fun in the pool, with Penny in her tiny blue bikini, and Abby bedecked with every flotation aid I could purchase. She knew how to swim, but she was three, so she wasn’t terribly good at it yet, and I insisted she use her tube and floaties for my peace of mind, even with Penny there to keep a constant eye on her. 

Anne lounged in her black string bikini on the chairs across from the pool, soaking up the sun. She’d untied her strings but kept her suit on, letting the strings sit on her outfit to prevent the shoe-lace thin tan lines. 

Lana stepped out of the house with a glass of water for me and one in her hand for herself. She offered me the glass, and I drank half of it in a gulp. She wore a white bikini but had a latticed cover skirt over the bottom. It rode low on her hips, showing off her stomach with the soft abs of her body climbing to the white triangles covering her breasts. 

“Is the cooking going well?” She asked, smiling before she kissed my cheek. 

“So far.” I answered, nodding. “I haven’t managed to burn anything to ash yet.” 

“I’ll eat anything you turn to charcoal!” Penny called out from the pool. 

“I prefer my mine medium-rare.” Anne said from across the pool. “More rare than medium.” 

I rolled my eyes. Anne preferred her beef practically mooing. Penny preferred hers, practically ash. I had to laugh at the differences that kept popping up as I learned about each person. 

Lana slipped her hand onto my lower back, supporting me in silent solidarity as I stood before the grill. I was wearing my swim trunks but had gone shirtless due to the heat. I appreciated her not trying to hug or cuddle me. Between the sun above and the grill below, I was sweating just standing still. A dip in the pool before we ate was practically mandatory at this point. 

“Anne!” Lana said as she left me to grill and stepped around the pool. Come swim with us!” She took off her skirt, leaving her in her swimsuit, and stepped into the water. The steps lowered into the pool's shallow end, where the blue-tinted water was still clear enough to see through to the bottom. 

Penny laughed, playing with Abby as they turned to greet the newest swimmer. 

Anne rolled her eyes but tied her suit before she stood. Lana’s slow descent into the pool wasn’t Anne’s style, and she ran and jumped into the pool, creating a splash that made Abby giggle as it crashed over her and Penny. 

Penny splashed Anne when she surfaced, and Abby followed suit, laughing. I smiled as I observed them. Sure, it was weird to think Abby might have three women instead of one to look up to as she grew up, but seeing them together made me happy. Anne wasn’t as comfortable with Abby as the others, not having much interaction with children over the years, but she had shifted into the role of ‘fun aunt’ over the day. 

Lana wasn’t terribly experienced either, but she seemed interested in learning everything Abby had to tell her, which was a lot. 

Penny remained Abby’s caretaker. She was the one Abby ran to when she was hurt or scared if I wasn’t around. They spent a lot of time together every day while I worked in my home office. Penny had taken to spending as much time here as possible, with how uncomfortable her mother made the house. She didn’t sleep over every night, but she’d been in my bed most of the past week. 

I didn’t mind in the least. 

I moved the food to its serving plates and let the girls know it was ready. Before they could exit the pool, I jumped into the water, cannon-balling into the deep end and splashing Penny and Lana with the surge. 

They laughed, climbing out of the pool for the food as I swam over to Abby and lifted her out with me. She laughed and giggled as I walked out of the water and up the steps to the patio. She jumped into the towel Penny wrapped around her and dried off. 

The others dried themselves off, as did I. 

Anne wore a robe-like bathing suit cover, tying the sash around her middle. Lana put her skirt on after drying off and a T-shirt on over that to cover up while sitting on the patio. Penny remained in her bikini, unbothered. She sat beside Abby and prepared her plate from the offerings on the table: grilled vegetables, fresh fruit, chicken skewers, and cheeseburgers. Watermelon remained Abby’s favorite. 

We ate and laughed together, sharing stories of years past and the celebrations of Independence Day past. I didn’t go in for much with decorations, but the flag in the front of the house flapped in the breeze. I didn’t keep fireworks at the house, but I had gotten a few smaller ones in years past. Anne brought sparklers, so we had a small stash to light up later. 

Our late lunch was a delight, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how lucky I’d been that everything turned out for the best. It was still strange, but moments like this made it feel comfortable. 

After lunch, Lana volunteered to help with the washup. She dragged Anne along with her. 

“It is only fair after you did the cooking.” Lana insisted. 

I didn’t protest. 

Penny took Abby inside for a bath after the pool and the watermelon. My offer to hose her down made Abby giggle, and Penny roll her eyes. The expression widened my smile, and I waved goodbye as she took Penny inside. 

With nothing to do, I headed inside to sit in the living room and read. The universe had different plans. The air conditioning forced me to put on a shirt, so I went upstairs. I changed out of my swim trunks into a pair of shorts, then pulled a T-shirt on. 

“Am I too late?” Anne asked as she stepped through my open door. 

I chuckled. “Too late to see me get changed?” 

Anne smiled. “I thought you might want dessert.” She closed the door behind her and eyed the bed. “We have some time, right?” 

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Though, I want to leave sooner rather than later if we want to watch the fireworks at the park. We have to make sure we get some good parking.” 

“I don’t mind walking.” Anne said, shrugging. “Though, let’s see if I still have that opinion after you wreck me.” She winked and hopped past me to the bed. She landed on her butt on the mattress and laughed as she spread her legs. 

It was a very different side of her from the vampire-succubus character she played in her videos. It made me smile to see her having fun, more like Penny. I checked she’d shut the door and sighed. I’d just gotten dressed, but my annoyance was clearly for show. My growing erection invalidated any attempt to persuade Anne that her offer was an inconvenience. 

I removed my t-shirt again and slid my shorts off, keeping the boxer briefs on. 

Anne slowly tugged at the tie around her waist, unknotting the sash at her hip with a single pull. The robe fell open, revealing her black string bikini beneath her. She dropped her eyes to my crotch, but I didn’t lead with that as I approached the bed. 

I grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it on the floor. Anne’s thighs were next as I grabbed her and slid her toward the edge of the mattress. She giggled, and I lowered myself between her thighs, kneeling on the pillow I’d prepared. 

“Oh, you’re–” Anne stopped as I untied her bikini bottoms. She ran her tongue over her teeth. 

The string bow on her left hip slithered open with a pull. The one on the right took time, but I untied it and pulled the bottoms away to reveal her clean-shaven pussy between her legs. 

Her tan lines hadn’t appeared yet, but the faint trace of paler skin where the bikini had been excited me. I lowered my lips to the inside of her thigh as she hooked her legs over my shoulders. I kissed her there, and she reached for the edge of the mattress, curling her fingers over it to grip the side. 

I kissed my way along the inside of her thigh, pressing my lips against her pussy in soft kisses to warm her up. My tongue flattened against her closed lips, brushing them and teasing them apart. 

Above me, Anne squeezed her breasts, sliding her hands under her bikini top and dislodging it to reveal her stiff nipples. She pinched and teased herself with one hand, gripped the mattress with the other, and let me play between her legs. 

Slowly but surely, I teased her open, closing my mouth over her and working my jaw so my mouth massaged her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a throaty moan of pleasure at my work, but her body responded in other ways that let me know I was working along the right track. 

She opened for me, her eyes closed, and her body relaxed as I ate and teased my dessert. Her arousal flowed out of her, and the heady scent of sex filled the room. I lapped and ate her folds as she tightened her grip on the mattress and her breast. 

Soon, I licked forward, probing her with my tongue as I munched on her, and she ran her fingers through my hair. She held me in place against her and twisted her head back and forth as she slowly started to grind herself against my face. 

I slid my hands along her thighs, holding her hips down as I ate her. She struggled to raise them, but with her legs over my shoulders and my hands holding her in place, she wasn’t moving anywhere. It didn’t stop her from trying, but she never succeeded. 

She moaned, and her reactions kept me aroused and eager. Finally, I couldn’t resist the temptation and slid a finger into her. She was ready for it, and two fingers slid into her with hardly any resistance. Her natural lubrication dripped from her, coating my chin and face as I played with her. 

“Julio.” Anne gasped. “Fuck me already.” 

I rested my chin on her clit, smiling as she seized at the pressure. 

“No.” I said, then returned to eating her out. 

“Oh, God…” Anne gasped as my tongue swirled over her clit. “Fuck.” She pleaded. “Me.” 

“I will.” I assured her, but I didn’t move from my knees. I kept eating her, alternating my technique as she writhed on the mattress. She tore the robe open, struggling out of it as I ate her. The bikini top followed. She pulled it off and tossed it across the room. 

Naked and writhing on my bed, Anne made quite a sight from my perspective at the base of her groin. I held her hips still, letting her thighs hook behind me as she squeezed me. I shifted slowly, letting her cool down a minuscule amount before ramping up into a full dive. I put pressure on her with my lips and worked my tongue so hard against her clit it hurt. I needed more practice. 

She soaked my fingers as she came, trembling and squeezing against me for everything within her before she fell back against the mattress, panting for breath. 

I enjoyed her sudden seizure of pleasure, letting her ride out the quaking orgasm as it tore through her. 

I wiped my mouth on her robe and sat back on my heels, satisfied with a job well done.

Anne caught her breath, her eyes closed as her legs slackened against my skull and fell open. I lowered her feet to the floor and stood, using the mattress for leverage. 

I stepped closer to her, nestling my cock against her. 

Anne smiled and looked at me with hooded eyes. “Now you’re going to fuck me?” 

“If you want.” I shrugged. “Or we can go downstairs, maybe have some ice cream, and head out for the party?” 

Anne bit her lip. “You want me to beg or something?” 

“No.” I assured her. “I want you to scoot back.” 

“I have a better idea.” Anne said, reaching for me. 

I offered her my hand, and she pulled, rising to her feet. 

She spun slightly and pushed my chest so that I stepped back, hitting the bed. I fell back against it, my feet still on the floor. Anne didn’t mind. She climbed aboard, her knees on either side of my hips as she lowered herself against my cock. She rubbed it with her slick pussy. 

I reached between us and guided myself into her. She slid home with a grunt, biting her lip and closing her eyes again. 

“Fuck.” Anne gasped. She rolled her hips, sliding against me and fucking herself on my lap. She started slow as she adjusted to me, and then she was riding cowgirl like a pro, getting really into it as she fucked herself with my dick. 

I laid back on the mattress and put my hands behind my head, enjoying the view and the activity. It was strange not to have to put much effort in, but I wasn’t sure I could match Anne’s energy. She was going wild, growing more voracious with every thrust as she rolled her stomach and hips. It looked like she was belly dancing on my lap. Every time she sucked her stomach in, it squeezed my dick, and my eyes wanted to roll. I kept them locked on the show and refused to look away. 

Overwhelmed by the sensations, I tightened my grip on the edge of the bed. My knuckles turned white as she fucked me, and I thrust my hips upward to meet her. Her tunnel squeezed around my cock, milking it as she body-rolled above me. 

“God.” Anne panted. “Your dick feels so good, Julio.” 

She pinched her nipple again, and I saw an opportunity to do something and took it. I squeezed her other nipple, and Anne spasmed around me. It was smaller than the first time, but I felt every quivering flutter against my dick lodged deep inside her. She shuddered and moaned, a low, throaty sound as she held herself still for a moment, finished, then started fucking me again. 

“Everything okay?” I asked. 

“Better than okay.” Anne said, smiling. “But… you need to cum, Julio. I’m gonna need to tap out if this goes on much longer.” 

“Need a hand?” Lana’s voice from the doorway startled me, but Anne didn’t launch off, and I restrained the impulse to roll or push her away. Anne and I weren’t caught doing anything wrong. We were allowed to hook up whenever we wanted, and Lana wasn’t bothered by our being together. On the contrary, her sultry tone as she closed the door behind her made me think she was genuine in her offer to help. 

I gestured, and she stepped closer to the bed. Anne kept riding me, and Lana tossed her t-shirt, leaving her in her bikini top beneath. I pushed it aside as Lana bent over the bed and kissed me. I played with her breast, squeezing it, and Lana closed her eyes. She stopped kissing me and knelt on the foot of the bed to bring her nipple to my mouth. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, stroking it with my tongue, and Lana gasped. 

The noise and the feeling of her kiss and her breast, combined with Anne riding me like her life depended on it, drove me over the edge. My world went dark as I closed my eyes, and pleasure overwhelmed my remaining senses. My legs clenched as I erupted into Anne, blasting her with shot after shot saved up over the day. They’d gotten here hours ago, but this was the first time we’d done more than kiss. 

Anne shuddered and held still as I came. She left her hands on my abs, holding herself above me and squeaking as the final blast struck her. 

Lana smiled. She pulled away, removing her nipple from my tongue’s range. She kissed me and slid to her knees on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

Anne shifted on my lap, moving to the side. She laid between me and Lana, and Lana scooted to the side of the bed. 

She ate Anne out as I lay beside them, watching and enjoying the show. It was hot to watch her go down on Anne, but the nastiness of her eating the creampie I’d left in her girlfriend was too hot to miss. I smiled as the two women kissed after Lana finished. 

We laid there, enjoying the moment, until Lana’s phone dinged. She checked it. 

“Penny says we need to come down soon.” She said, smiling. 

I groaned and sighed with a deep breath as I stood. “I suppose we’d better go then.” I said, laughing as I stood. 

I hit the bathroom and then dressed. Lana took my place, followed by Anne. I descended the stairs first and played with Abby while Penny took a turn in the restroom. 

Penny, Anne, and Lana made me laugh with their choice of clothing for the after-pool portion of the day. Penny wore a tight blue minidress that hugged her curvaceous figure. Its strapless top was held up by the elastic at the top, squeezing her for all it was worth. It showed a touch of cleavage but otherwise covered her from mid-breast to mid-thigh, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. 

Lana wore the same dress in white, and Anne wore the same dress in red. It looked good on them, though they had three different figures. The dress looked cute on Anne with her slender figure, sexy on Lana with her hips and toned curves, and downright slutty on Penny with her heavy breasts, curvy hips, and peach-shaped ass. 

Together, they made up the red, white, and blue of the patriotic holiday. I thought it was a cute idea, and they thought it was hilarious. At first, they wanted me to wear a bunch of stars on whatever I wore, but I talked them out of attempting to bedazzle my clothes. It was too much work, and I kept things simple. 

I wore knee-length blue jeans and a red T-shirt with a white star on it, which was enough to appease them. 

Abby was in heaven. Four adults paid attention to her and played with her for the rest of the afternoon. 

Our tea party had to take a long pause for photo opportunities. Lana and Anne seemed to find no end to their amusement at me sitting and having tea with my daughter. The atmosphere was fun, though, and in a way, life became so simple and devoid of any stress as I sipped my plastic teacup and eyed Penny’s smiling face over its rim. 

Over the course of a month, I’d gone from a single father with one failed date and a terrible Tinder profile to a man dating two women and hooking up with a third. My life was extraordinary, and the happiness I felt sitting around a small plastic table with them couldn’t be measured. 

Abby’s nap was later than usual, but the plan was to let her stay up late for the fireworks so everything worked out. She went down for about two hours after our playtime. 

Penny descended the stairs after putting Abby down for her nap and rested her head on my shoulder as I sat on the sofa. Lana came in from outside, having received a call from her and Anne’s roommate, who was checking on them. Anne came in from the bathroom. 

“We’ve got some time…” Penny said, her hand stroking my thigh. “How do you want to spend it, Mister Castillo?” 

I sighed. “A nap sounds great to me, honestly.” 

“You want to lay down in the guest room?” Penny asked.

“Not really.” I smiled and put my arm around her to give her a squeeze. 

Penny giggled and stood up. She moved across the coffee table between me and the TV. “Want to see something really cool about these dresses?” 

I pretended to ponder the question, making a show of stroking my chin and tilting my head. “Hmm…” I said. “Okay, you’ve talked me into it.” 

Penny smiled and pulled the top of her dress down. It slid over her breasts, revealing her nipples and wrinkling beneath her heavy tits as they popped free with a delightful jiggle. She lowered her hands to her sides and pulled the bottom up, bringing it so that it settled about her waist, revealing that she had nothing underneath. What had once been a dress was now a belt, scrunched in a band over her upper stomach. 

“Oh.” I said, entranced by the realization. “That is really cool.” 

Penny giggled. “Anne. Your turn.” 

Anne stood and joined Penny across the room. She repeated the process, bringing her top down so it clung to her ribs beneath her breasts. Then she lifted the hem, sliding it along her thighs to reveal she, too, wore no panties under it. I should have guessed with the lack of panty lines. 

“Lana?” Penny asked her question more of a suggestion. 

Lana joined them, doing the same with her dress. 

I was as hard as steel and pushed my shorts off for relief from the strain more than readiness for pleasure. 

“I uh…” I hesitated, wanting to explain, but the girls didn’t care. Penny had already gestured toward me, and Anne took the initiative. She dropped and crawled to me. When she reached my legs, she pushed them apart and kissed the tip of my dick with her soft lips. 

Penny took the armchair across from us, and Lana moved to my side and squatted. 

Anne opened her mouth, and Lana pushed her head forward. She took my cock into her mouth, and Lana moved Anne’s head back and forth like she was a toy Lana was using to stroke my cock. Meanwhile, Penny spread her legs in the armchair and started masturbating as she watched us. 

I closed my eyes, swallowing against the feeling of Anne’s mouth around my cock. She sucked and used her tongue to press flat against the underside as I probed her throat. Lana didn’t push her down hard enough to penetrate her throat, but it seemed she was working up to it. She had complete control over Anne’s movements, which grew stronger after every stroke. Slowly but surely, she moved closer and closer to the base until she finally hit it. 

I was throat-fucking Anne, sliding in and out of her throat as Lana guided her movements. This was more than a blowjob, in my experience. This was face-fucking. Only Lana was the one controlling the action, not me. I reached for her and held her other hand, squeezing her to let her know I appreciated it. 

She smiled at me, and I released her hand to reach for her breast. Her perky tear-drop breasts were fun to play with, though not quite the abundant handful that Penny’s boobs were. Still, I played and teased her nipple to hardness as I throbbed in Anne’s mouth. 

Anne moaned, and Penny matched her. I looked over to her, and she’d progressed beyond rubbing to finger-fucing herself, keeping her timing in pace with Anne’s. 

“This time, it’s my turn.” Lana said. 

I nodded, but I realized she wasn’t speaking to me. She was telling Anne her plan. Anne’s face was turning red, and I’d ruined her makeup, but she kept going at it, keeping her eyes on Lana as she fucked me with her face. I twitched inside her, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. Her throat was tight, and she swallowed against me every time I penetrated it. Meanwhile, her moans were driving me crazy, and Lana had increased her pace so that the constant glug-glug-glug of Anne’s blowjob was near a tango. 

Just before I reached my climax, Lana released Anne, who slowed to a stop on my dick. She lingered halfway, her lips closed around my shaft and sucked hard enough to dent her cheeks. Slowly, she backed off, sliding her tongue side to side so that I trembled to hold back my release. Finally, she released me, kissed the tip, and scooted to the side. 

“Get in here, Penny.” Lana said as she took over Anne’s old position. 

Penny moved from the armchair and knelt beside me. I had Anne on one side, Penny on the other, and Lana ahead of me. The three of them descended on my cock, kissing and licking my thighs, balls, and shaft in torturous bliss. Lana stayed near the tip, sucking and playing with the underside of my cockhead. Anne remained on the shaft, sometimes sliding in rhythm with Penny and sometimes doing her own movements. Penny alternated between stroking the side of my shaft with her mouth and licking my balls. 

I enjoyed every single moment. It was too much to process, and my orgasm didn’t feel as though it was close to erupting since it had backed off slightly. There was simply too much stimulation, and it was too inconsistent to drive me over the edge. 

I placed my hands on Anne’s and Penny’s heads and held on more than guided or controlled them. They did as they pleased, fingering themselves while I enjoyed their attention. 

Finally, because she was tired or ready, Lana motioned for them to stop. They sat back on the heels, still kneeling on either side of me and facing each other. Lana straddled me on the sofa, her knees on either side.

Penny reached between us and grabbed my dick, guiding its tip into Lana’s hot, slick pussy. She lowered herself onto me, and for the second time that day, I enjoyed the feeling of someone riding me. I kissed Lana. She kissed me back, her tongue wrestling with mine as our heads tilted. I embraced her, pulling her close against me as she ground against my lap and humped my lap with my dick fucking her with every stroke. 

Anne and Penny occupied each other’s attention, with Anne eating Penny out while she spread her legs in the armchair and watched Lana and me on the sofa. 

I reached for her, and she reached for me. We were too far away to touch, but the moment felt blissful. Lana clenched, holding herself back from the edge just as I was. I smiled into our kiss, breaking it. 

“Go ahead.” I told her. “It’s okay. You can cum.” 

Lana bit her lip and gave a low, guttural moan as she came. Her body seized, squeezing mine for all she was worth, and I erupted inside of her in response. Blast after blast left me, draining my energy after each pump until I felt I had nothing left. My entire body relaxed, so I felt I was no longer a body but just a puddle of limbs and a torso. 

I returned to the world bit by bit as Lana nibbled my neck. She smiled at me when she pulled away and slid off my lap. She sat next to me and spread her legs. 

Penny and Anne either finished, or Penny didn’t care. She practically dove between Lana’s legs and ate the creampie like Lana had done with Anne earlier. 

I wanted to crack a joke, but I was too tired. I’d need some iced coffee if I was going to stay awake tonight. I closed my eyes, resting them. A noise on the baby monitor woke me, and I jumped from the sofa. Penny was already on her way up the stairs. Lana and Anne, on the couch on either side of me, jumped up after I did. 

I pulled my clothes on and straightened up in a mad rush. Lana and Anne fixed their dresses. Then we stopped and laughed at each other. 

“You fell asleep.” Lana said, accusing me. 

“So did you.” I pointed at her. 

“You were comfy, and I was tired.” Lana said. 

“That’s what I was going to say.” Anne said. She shrugged, and we laughed as we finished cleaning up. 

Thankfully, dinner was not at the play table or in the pretend kitchen like our afternoon tea had been. I ordered pizza, put the boxes on the dining room table, and we ate and enjoyed ourselves while watching Tangled in the living room. 

Abby picked the movie and wore her princess Rapunzel dress for it. She clung to me during the ‘scary’ parts and sat with Penny for the rest. Penny enjoyed the movie. Lana hadn’t seen it before, and the opening sequence hooked her interest. 

“Russian fairy tales are different.” She said. “The ones I grew up on are perhaps not good for young children.” 

I knew what she meant. I enjoyed fairy tales when I was a kid. Yet I didn’t actually sit and read Grimm’s Fairy Tales until I was in junior high. That had been a rude awakening. Those stories were not something I wanted to read to Abby. She needed to keep her innocence for as long as possible. I tried to shield her from the world, whereas those tales wanted to arm her for it. Which was right? No idea, but I knew what I wanted. 

After the movie, I reminded Abby that we were going to the park for fireworks. 

Abby was thrilled I allowed her to stay up late tonight for the fireworks. I hoped it was better than having her wake up after being put to bed by all the noise the neighborhood would make with their purchased fireworks. 

We piled into my jeep and headed to the park. Anne rode up front with me, and Penny and Lana sat on either side of the car seat in the back. 

When we arrived at the park, the parking lot was already pretty full, but we didn’t let that bother us. We parked, Penny took Abby, and I grabbed the blanket and picnic basket from the back. We hiked from the jeep to a spot not far from the lake. We applied bug spray, and I rubbed some onto Abby, who sat with Penny on the blankets, waiting for the show to start. 

Lana gathered us together and asked a stranger to take pictures of us with her phone. Families surrounded us on every side, with kids eager to see the lights exploding in the sky that only corporations and local municipalities could afford. Sparkles hissed their dazzling light nearby, and Penny and Abby lit one together. Penny held Abby’s hand as she held the sparking stick. 

Lana and Anne cuddled together on the blanket, with Anne’s head resting on Lana’s shoulder. 

I sat between Lana and Penny, who rested their heads on my shoulders as I sat with my legs straight out and my arms behind me for support. 

The show started, and we watched the sky as music played over the lake. The patriotic tunes seemed theatrically inclined, with the explosions timed to the beat of the music. It was simple engineering but dazzling nonetheless. 

It was warm, but the breeze cooled us off, and the star-lit darkness of the clear night sky had dropped the temperature into a comfortable zone. What struck me the most about our situation was how comfortable it was to sit with them and to behave like a family in public. I’d started the summer alone, Abby and me against the world. 

Our family had grown since then, and now, midway through the summer, I had three women who shared my bed and my heart. It was odd to think that, while it wasn’t an equal split, it didn’t seem like each one was a portion of a whole, but rather a portion of their own potential. It was like people with multiple children; love for one did not remove the ability to love the other. 

I turned my head from the fireworks and kissed Penny’s forehead. She smiled. I turned to my right and kissed Lana’s forehead. She lifted her face and kissed me in return. 

Anne, having an innate sense for the comedic, leaned over and presented her forehead for a kiss. I kissed her forehead, and she giggled. She returned her head to Lana’s shoulder, and we watched the fireworks together. 

Summer wasn’t over yet, and I couldn’t know what the future held, but I knew we’d face it together.