As Emily continued to moan, Nat's imagination ran wild. She wanted to peek through the doorway but feared that stepping on a creaky floorboard or making any sound would draw attention to her. So she stayed by Elle's door, just listening.
That changed when suddenly, Emily's unintelligible calling calcified into words, "Yeah, baby, work my pussy for me!" Nat's mouth went agape as she realized that Adrian was in there, too. Elle's parents were having sex! Her curiosity ran amok and she determined that she had to get a closer look. She wrapped herself in the sheet as if it were a cloak and inched her way out of the bedroom. At the distant end of the hallway, she could hear the white noise of the shower as Elle washed herself up. Between that and the growing racket Adrian and Emily were making, Nat figured she should have plenty of leeway for making sound. Despite the cover, however, she felt like every padded footstep, every rustle of sheet, and every shaking breath was echoing through the hallway like an alarm bell.
Inch by inch, Nat made her way to the edge of the parents' doorway and finally peered with one eye around the edge of the jamb. What she saw surprised her once again. Emily laid with her head at the foot of the bed, near the doorway, and her knees splayed in the air in opposite directions. Adrian crouched over her, with his mouth affixed between her legs. Nat was not expecting to see his face buried where his cock would go. Of course, she had knowledge of oral sex. It seemed to be all the boys at school could think about. But she had yet to experience it herself. As she looked on, she felt a twinge of jealousy for Emily's predicament. Last night, Adrian had penetrated the girl for the first time in her young life, yet already she longed to experience the novel pleasure of the man's tongue along her most private area.
Emily thrust her head back toward Nat and moaned aloud, and Nat nearly dove back behind the wall. With her neck arched, the woman would only need to open her eyes to spot the small voyeur watching her. Instead of ducking away, however, Nat froze and continued to stare, grateful that Emily's eyes remained tightly shut.
"Fuck, Adrian," the woman called out, "I love what you're doing to my clit, but, baby, I need you to fuck me right now. Finish me off before your daughter gets out of the shower."
Adrian crawled up her body, and Nat could see his manhood hanging down between his legs. A glistening string of precum dangled from its tip. He smirked at his wife. "We don't want her to catch you wearing her panties."
Nat took in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with her hand and nearly crying out at the obscene declaration.
Emily just giggled and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at her husband and said, "Take me like this. Take me from behind." From this vantage, Nat could also see that Emily was wearing the "Bye hater" shirt that she, herself, had been wearing. It was the same shirt that Adrian had stripped off of her before taking her virginity. It was a torrid notion that Emily would be dressing up in her daughter's clothes while they fucked. Why is this so hot?, the girl wondered.
Adrian lined himself up at his wife's entrance, swelling with masculinity, and then drove his hips into her cunt. The two of them moaned together as his shaft worked its way into her slick channel.
Nat was transfixed by the sight, watching the two lovers rut in their daughter's clothes with only the slightest regard for privacy. Both parents faced in her direction and she thought about how easily she could be caught, but she found she was unable to tear herself away from the spectacle. To the girl's fortune, Emily kept her eyes closed as her husband drilled into her.
Meanwhile, Adrian stared intently at Emily's panties as his cock plunged through the tear he had made in the fabric of Elle's underwear. He grasped the hem at the back of Emily's shirt and pulled at it like one would a horse's reins. The cloth strained against her chest and stiff nipples. He pulled his wife backward to meet his forward thrusts. Each time, his hips connected with hers with a loud smack. He continued fucking her with great energy, occasionally turning his rhythmic grunts into dirty talk. "You're so fucking sexy, baby. I love your sassy little T-shirt. I love fucking you through your adorable little panties." Adrian couldn't see it, but Emily grinned and blushed.
Nat, on the other hand, could. She was hypnotized by the display in front of her and felt a burning desire rising from deep within her. Part of her wanted to be the one under Adrian's vigorous assault, while another part longed to be with Emily, sharing in her pleasure. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she ran through the calculations of whether that made her bisexual, but she was soon distracted by a faint sound coming from the bathroom. She could hardly pinpoint it over the racket in the bedroom, but it was unmistakably there.
It was Elle, like her parents, was rapidly and audibly nearing her climax, her slight, high-pitched cries cutting through the white noise of the shower.
Nat's mind reeled, and her chest felt tight. She was surrounded by her friend and neighbors, all noisily on the brink of orgasm.
As Elle got louder and louder, Nat could make out her friend's words. "I need it. I need cummies for mommy. I need cummies for daddy. Ooh fuck. I love mommy's cum. I need daddy's cum, too. Cum! Cum! I need cum! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!" Her words devolved again into ever-more ardent whines.
But soon, Elle's tiny, distant voice was drowned out by Emily's voice from the bedroom. Between gasps, Emily demanded, "Tell me more about my panties. Do you like the way they smell?"
"I love the way they smell," Adrian said. "So good, and so dirty. I love how your scent clings to them. I imagine your drenched panties, dripping with your cum."
Emily let out a long moan and gasped, "I'm about to soak them, just for you." She quickened her pace, humping backwards on Adrian's cock as fast as she could.
Adrian's balls came to a boil and a slow growl built up in his throat. Suddenly he yanked the back of his wife's T-shirt, pulling her body back toward his, spearing her fully onto his cock. His bulbous head pressed against the entrance to her womb. He cried out, "Oh fuck, Elle! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming inside you, Elle baby."
Nat's heart leapt up into her throat when she heard Adrian call out the name of his daughter instead of his wife. Emily, too, froze for a moment. Her eyes snapped open and once again threatened to catch Nat spying on their tryst. But the woman's thousand-yard gaze did not see the girl. Instead, as Adrian pumped streams of his cum deep inside of her, her eyes slowly rolled back into her head and a delirium spread across her face.
Emily's jaw dropped open and she cried out in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly she was cumming, too. Her hips rolled and her back arched. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed. "Cummies, give me cummies, daddy," she cried. She fought in vain to regain control of herself, but for a stretch she was helpless, thrashing in the cottony pillows of carnal bliss. At last she gave up and crashed onto the bed, and there she continued writhing and twitching, ass up in the air as Adrian kneeled over her, squeezing out his remaining drops of cum into her frothing pocket.
Meanwhile, Nat noticed that Elle had quieted down, apparently having also finished her shower masturbation. Now that all three of the Rowans were spent, Nat knew she couldn't keep watching at the doorway much longer, or she would surely be caught. So, she quickly but quietly retreated to Elle's room.
Adrian thought he heard footsteps, so he called out into the hallway, "Hello? Nat?" There was no reply. In the distance, he heard the shower turn off. He climbed out of bed and chuckled, "That was a close one!" He slipped on a pair of pajama pants while Emily just laid on the bed, panting and sweating.
In Elle's room, Nat paced back and forth, feeling antsy but unsure what to do. After what she had witnessed, she felt an intense urge to climb back into bed and masturbate right then and there, but she knew she wouldn't have time before Elle returned from drying off. She also wanted to be close to Adrian again, like she had been the night before, but that wasn't going to happen with Emily in the room. She wished she had the courage—or better yet, an invitation from Adrian—to join in the sexual exploits she had just witnessed, but that ship had already sailed. Or maybe if she had joined Elle in the shower—she could have used an excuse like saving water—but again, it was a missed opportunity. She cursed herself for being so distracted by the erotic atmosphere that she couldn't think straight.
At last she began to calm down and took a deep breath and shook her sexual energy out through her ears. Given that now was not the time, she resigned herself to getting off later in the day. At the least, she figured, her sister Rory would hopefully be game for some mutual masturbation that night.
Having that settled, she decided to start the day by making her presence known in her own distinct way. Still wrapped in the makeshift sheet-cloak, Nat called out a familiar baseball jingle: "Da-da-da DA da-DAA… Charge!" Then she stormed down the hallway and burst through the open door of Adrian and Emily's room. Both of them flinched as the young girl launched herself onto the bed, giggling.
Adrian groaned, "Nat, haven't you heard of privacy?"
She wriggled like a worm between the two parents, tangled in the sheets, until she could lie her head on Adrian's chest. "But your door was open. I figured you were awake."
"I guess you have a point there," Adrian said, shooting a sheepish glance at his wife, who had propped herself up on one arm and was pulling the front of her shirt down over her torn panties with the other.
Emily chuckled. She swung her legs off the bed, stood up, and tugged the hem of her shirt down low again to hide the cooling evidence of their tryst. "I'm going to go take care of something," she said and left the room.
Adrian sat on the bed and gazed at his youthful lover. She stared back and snickered, rocking her body sideways, back and forth next to him like a rolling pin. The room was quiet with unacknowledged sexual tension for some time. At last, he commented, "You're certainly awake this morning."
"Yep!"
"How did you sleep last night?"
"Goood," she purred, "I don't even remember getting into bed."
"I bet! I had to carry you upstairs. You're heavy as a rock!"
Nat's jaw dropped in mock horror. "Ah! I'm not heavy!" she retorted.
"How do you know? Have you tried lifting you?" Adrian teased.
"I'm not heavy!" she repeated with more fervor. To put a finer point on it, she heaved herself on top of him. "See?"
Adrian gasped in exaggerated agony, "Can't breathe! Gonna die!"
Nat giggled at his plight. "You're so mean to me. I'll show you heavy!" She snaked her hands out from the sheet she was wrapped in and started pushing down on his shoulders with all her might, grunting loudly with every heave.
"Oh no, I'm being murdered!" Adrian joked. Still, it didn't escape him that Nat was bouncing her weight up and down on his hips, and that her exposed shoulders beneath the twist of the sheet hinted she was naked underneath. He was thankful he had just emptied his balls, or he might have been tempted to convince her to sneak off for another round.
Nat was bouncing on Adrian's lap, trying with all her might to get him to tap out when Elle's voice suddenly called from the doorway, "What are you doing?" She had finished drying off and was on her way back to her room, wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel.
Nat wrenched herself around and giggled, "I'm murdering your dad! He called me fat! Come on, pile on!"
"I didn't call her fat!" Adrian retorted with mock disgust. "I merely called her heavy."
Again Nat's eyes went wide in offense.
It was a look that required no more convincing for Elle, and she sprinted onto the bed with a shriek of her own. With Nat's help, she pulled her dad so that he was lying splayed out on the bed. They both climbed on top of him, pouncing on his chest and limbs, tickling him and wringing his neck. Adrian groaned and thrashed under their combined assault.
"Get his legs!" Nat cried out. "I'll get his hands." She straddled Adrian's stomach and attempted to gain control of his wrists. Her wrap of sheet loosened slightly in the struggle, but she wasn't about to lose the fight in order to fix it.
Meanwhile, Elle dove for his legs and grasped around them with both arms. She felt like she was riding a bucking bronco as her dad kicked his legs into the air, with her doing her best to stay on top. She grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants and held it like it was the reigns.
Adrian was enjoying himself as the two young girls made a jungle gym of his body. He gazed as Nat twisted and gyrated on his chest, laughing girlishly and trying to contain his hands as he wove them throughout the air. Eventually he moved them in such a way that Nat was forced to move hers close together and, with a quick, circular maneuver, he snatched both of her tiny wrists in one of his large hands. "Ha!" he grinned widely. She gasped knowing she had been beaten.
Turning from prey into predator, Adrian leaned up and pulled her hands up over her head and high into the air, leaving her vulnerable to attack. He spotted a darkened opening in her makeshift cloak and snaked his hand into the sheet, finding her tummy. Nat shrieked and giggled as his fingers prodded at her soft, ticklish sides. She struggled to get away, but was unable to pry her wrists from from his strong grip. She could feel the sheet loosening further around her chest.
Elle remained on her dad's legs. With his attention focused on Nat, he had ceased trying to buck her off, though occasionally one of his legs would jerk up ineffectually and threatening to kick off her towel. Sometimes he would unknowingly knock her crotch with his shin, which Elle found startling and peculiarly pleasant.