The next few days passed uneventfully. Daddy spent most of his free time at home, lavishing us with the attention he was unable to give us on our birthday. This made it impossible for Lonnie and I to get together. All of our sexual moments had to be enjoyed alone in the privacy of our rooms. Of course, this did not rule out our having a good time. We went out to dinner, and had a fabulous meal. We went disco-roller skating. And most importantly, we grew much closer to our father. For the first time, he began really communicating with us, sharing with us both the high points and low points of his life. Just the conversations we had with him drove home the fact that those low points greatly outweighed the high. The only reason we came up with for Daddy's new-found willingness to confide in us was that we had reached the age of eighteen, and being on the verge of adulthood, we could better understand adult problems and situations.
It was not difficult to wade through his words to know what my father's major problem was. It was my mother, of course. The husband-wife relationship was nonexistent. All communication had evidently ended years ago. Up until the recent interest he had shown in the TV woman, I doubt if he had been with another woman.
All the bright plans he had made for the family's future laid destroyed and broken, just as Mother's body had been destroyed by her own mind. There did not appear to be any visible solutions. If, after all these years, my father had not come up with any answers, it was reasonable to expect that Lonnie and I wouldn't come up with any either. This did not stop us from discussing the bleak situation, and praying that we would be visited by a miracle. It was ironic, that now that our bodies had been released from the sexless burden of ignorance, our minds would become filled with the frustrations of adulthood.
The only star that shined on my daddy's life was the beautiful Mai Widner. Every time he talked about her, his eyes brightened and his voice took on an excited tone. Both Lonnie and I could see that he had fallen in love with the woman or, at least, was very close. Fortunately, Mai seemed to feel the same way about my father. When they were not physically together, they stayed in contact through endless conversations on the telephone.
It was a shame that the star would have to eventually burn out. The living fact that my mother existed could only destroy the union in the end. The relationship, between Daddy and Mai, would always be limited. They could not be married, nor could they comfortably live together. There could be no trips to exotic worlds, nor could there by any open display of their love for each other. It would be impossible to gauge what my mother's reaction would be if she found out about Mai. Both Lonnie and I suspected that the ramifications would be severe, and the future restrictions, total. At least Daddy would have a few joyful moments. We felt it was too bad that he could never be totally happy.
At dinner one night, Daddy explained that he would have to take a trip to the coast that coming weekend, to scout talent for the network. He apologized for, again, leaving us, and putting the task of taking care of Mother on our shoulders. In the past, when he was forced to leave for extended periods, Lonnie and I were expected to handle the chores. They were not difficult, nor time consuming. All we had to do, in fact, was deliver my mother's meals and retrieve the empty plates. She had a bathroom all her own, and she was still able to take care of her personal hygiene. We had telephone numbers of people and agencies to call in case of an emergency. If things proceeded as they had in the past, there would be no major problems that we could not handle.
Daddy, also, informed us that he'd asked Mai to come and stay with us while he was gone. Ordinarily, he said, he would have liked to take Mai along with him, but she had a pressing appointment that coming Saturday that was impossible for her to break. The only reason, he said, he had asked her to stay, was because her apartment was being painted, and it would have been silly for her to shell out money for a hotel when we had plenty of room, right here. He went on to say that he had told her how we would be more than glad to have her. The favorable impression that she had made on my brother was known only to the two of us.
Personally, I was very happy that she would be staying with us. It would definitely be nice to have another woman in the house whom I could talk to. I was beginning to realize how much in life I was missing by not having another woman to confide in. It was apparent that Mai was a unique woman who had different ideas about how she conducted her life. I could tell that this promised to be an interesting weekend.
Lonnie was beside himself with ecstasy when he heard the news. The possibility of a repeat encounter was definitely having a profound effect on him. From the time he was told, to the moment of her arrival, it was impossible to successfully communicate with him. He walked around as if he were in a fog. But the weirdest consequence of the whole thing was the manner in which he kept his hands busy. They were constantly playing with his cock. If he was wearing pants, his actions were masked by the use of his pockets. If he was wearing his pajamas, there was no masking of his actions, at all. Thankfully, Daddy was unaware of what he was doing. On the other hand, I knew exactly what was happening.
It was not, so much, the arrival of Mai that triggered my own heightened, sexual response, but the, fact that my brother was walking around with this ever-present hardon. I was dying to get my hands and mouth on it again. Unfortunately, the circumstances did not permit that. From the time that Mai was going to stay here, until she finally arrived, seemed to be spent with Daddy constantly hovering over us.
My only worry about the up and coming weekend was that I would not be left with enough time to fully satisfy my needs with Lonnie's cock. I was sure that Mai, being older, would want to monopolize that wonderful piece of male flesh. Although I was not jealous of the blonde-haired woman, I was unnecessarily building up fears that any sex for me would be severely limited. Until Mai arrived, both Lonnie and I had our lives turned upside down by sexual anticipation.
Mai made her entrance early Saturday evening, ushering in the real beginning of our weekend. The first hour was quickly consumed in small talk. It was not a boring time, since just looking at the woman was enough to throw Lonnie into sexual expectancy, and drag me along with the vision of his straining cock dancing in my head.
She was dressed, simply, in a tight, white, jump suit that amplified her covered charms. When I was not casually checking out my brother's hardon, I found myself staring at her large, perfectly formed breasts, and the hint of her pubic mound that was partially outlined by the clinging fabric. It seemed strange, that I found myself responding to the body of another woman. I had to agree with my brother that the woman sitting here "was something else".
"I feel very sorry about your father," Mai said, turning the conversation serious. "Even though your mother hasn't left her room for all these years, she still remains a stifling influence on all your lives. Your father's, in particular. You both must know that your father and I have become pretty close during the last few weeks. It certainly hinders the growth of what I'm sure could be a lovely relationship between us. I like him very much, but I don't want to put myself in a position where I could be devastated when he has to reject me for your mother."
"I understand what you are saying. But isn't it possible for you to take, at least, a temporary happiness from each other, and worry about the problems later?" I asked, knowing it was a weak question to base an even weaker argument. I looked over to my brother for some help, but quickly realized he could offer nothing in his trance-like state.
"I'll consider your suggestions, but how long could I go on, knowing that eventually the whole thing would end? My life would be geared towards it's ending so much so, that it could not help but put a damper on all the moments that could be happy ones. I would never ask anyone to do what you asked of me, so how could I ask myself?" she replied.
"Oh, Mai, we know you're right. It is all so hopeless. If we didn't feel this way about you, there would be no reason to argue. But, Mai, we really do like you, and would like nothing more than having you here all the time," I stated with tears blurring my eyes.
"Lana, that's very sweet of you. I know how Lonnie feels about me," she said, giving my brother a flirtatious wink, "but I had no idea you felt the same way. Please don't let this worry you. It is amazing how things rapidly change. At least for the near future, I'm not going to run out. I guess you can say that this is the only game in town for me, right now."
Both, Lonnie and I jumped from our chairs, pulled Mai to her feet, and gleefully took turns hugging her. It was almost as if I had a sister. Maybe, I hoped, Monday morning would never come.
"I guess Lonnie told you about our little party," Mai said, changing the subject.
"You wouldn't believe how he told me," I giggled, and tapped Lonnie on the thigh, not far from his obvious bulge.
"Oh, I think I can imagine," Mai shot back. "My situation, as I was growing up, was not so different from your own. My mother died when I was very young, leaving only my father and an older sister for me to learn about life from. In my case, a male cousin came to live with us, and that proved to be the catalyst for my own learning experience."
"Could you tell us about it?" I asked, looking to my brother again for support. But I could see that he was still useless as far as conversation went.
"There is not much to tell, really," she said. "I was exploring my body one day, alone in my room, when I saw my cousin spying on me from a tree outside my window. Well, I was always one for a good time, so I decided to have some fun with him. I made believe I didn't see him, and turned my body toward the window. He was, then, looking straight between my legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched, as he almost fell from the tree."
Lonnie and I chuckled happily at Mai's story. Although the narration was fairly innocent, it still had the effect of adding something new to our get-together. The best way to describe it, I thought, was to call it a sexual tension. There we were, just sitting around, comfortably talking, while a definite sexual undercurrent was pulling me to a place where I had never been before.
Actually, the three of us were bound together by sex. Our first real experience was when we had watched Daddy and Mai. That was the event that allowed us to go back to our rooms, and try to figure out how our bodies worked. Then, there was the late-night encounter between Mai and Lonnie. Through the accuracy of my brother's explanation, I was able to learn, through Mai's actions, the technique of giving a blow job. Somehow, I hoped, in the course of the weekend, we could continue my sexual advancement.
"The next time I ran into my cousin, later that day, he asked if I was interested in watching him play with himself. Since I always believed in furthering my education, I watched and learned. Needless to say, we spent the next few months practicing, practicing, practicing," Mai said with a sexy leer.
"Wow! Did you go all the way? You know, d-did you fuck?" I stuttered. I wanted to sound mature, but I knew I was having a difficult time pulling it off.
"I'll say we fucked, anytime, anywhere. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was, easily, the most fun we had ever had. I guess you could say that when I ventured out into the real world, nobody would ever accuse me of being inexperienced," she answered.
It seemed like it was getting very hot in the kitchen. I wished I could take some of my clothes off, and give my body some needed air. Lonnie, also, appeared overheated, and was fidgeting constantly, trying to get comfortable. Mai didn't seem to notice, and continued to regale us with her assorted and varied sexual experiences. In the middle of one of her conquests, she turned to me, and started to give me instructions.
"You are going to have to be patient, Lana. For a time, you will have to satisfy yourself with everything but actual intercourse. Before we give you the chance to enjoy the feeling of having a big cock stuffed into your little cunt hole, we'll have to get you started on some kind of birth control. The one thing in the whole world that can fuck up a good sex life is an unwanted pregnancy," Mai explained.
"Oh, Mai, I agree with you a hundred percent. But the one thing that really bothers me is that I still have my hymen," I replied with a touch of sadness in my voice.
"Now, don't you worry a bit. There is always some big stud out there who wouldn't mind dunking for cherries every once in a while. As a matter of fact, you have a pretty fine stallion sitting right here who, I'm sure, wouldn't mind taking a little dip in your pool. Right, Lonnie?" Mai asked, winking at my brother.
"Anything you say, Mai. I just love it when you talk like that," Lonnie answered, obviously missing the point of the question.
I, though, did think about what she had said. There was no doubt in my mind that I would have liked my brother to shove his meat between my legs, but I had someone else in mind to take my virginity. Mai interrupted my train of thought with a long-awaited suggestion.
"What say we go downstairs to the game room, open up the sofa bed, and continue this conversation in a more comfortable surrounding?" she asked.
There was nothing more that I wanted to do than take her up on her suggestion. But something was gnawing at my sense of well-being, and I wanted to bring it up before we became too intimate. Her answer to my question, I thought, might go a long way in deciding my immediate sexual future.
"Mai, before we go downstairs, there is one question I would like to ask you," I nervously began. "As you know, Lonnie told me about what happened that night, between you and him. If you like Daddy so much, how could you have sex with his son? And if Daddy ever found out about it, the way he likes you, don't you think it could destroy him?"
"Listen, Lana, no matter how I explain it to you, it is going to come out sounding bad. I think that if your father realized that we were playing around, he would probably be very hurt, and maybe, very angry. You see, Lana, I have become a sexual slave to my body. When it cries out its need, I have to find some way to satisfy it. I know, it's a difficult idea for you to comprehend. It's just the way I am. If your father should find out and is unable to understand, then I guess the relationship would be over. The only argument that makes any sense is that you kids are better off learning about sex from me, than from the street. At least with you two, I would be keeping it in the family," she answered, trying to end the serious statement on a humorous note.
I can't say that her answer satisfied me. There was still too much I didn't understand, being as young and naive as I was. What I did know, though, was that her suggestion to go downstairs meant more than just a more comfortable place. At this point, my sexual urges were becoming quite a bit stronger than my ability to logically think through the situation. Without knowing it, I was already experiencing her theory on being a sexual slave.