Family Excursions: Part 5

Family Excursions: Part 5

Five Days into Our Family Escapade:

Tuesday began much like any other in our household, except instead of rising in our separate rooms, we awoke nestled in mine and John's bed.

Ashley was late getting up, as is her habit, while John and Adam departed early for a potentially busy day if their expected deliveries arrived. Dropping Ashley at school was the next task. I had no urgent engagements, so I headed to Susan's place to determine her whereabouts. She was either absent or unresponsive, leaving me to focus on the errands John had requested: collecting various items from the office supply store.

As I went about my chores, my mind wandered, preoccupied with the question of Susan's whereabouts. I fantasized about what could've happened to her. Then, my thoughts morphed, questioning the intentions and motivations toward me from Kim, my son Adam, and my daughter Ashley. Even John's well-being popped into my mind, anticipating a potential strain on our relationship due to the allure of spending more time with Ashley or Adam. Nevertheless, I remained confident, understanding that this journey was new and exciting, and we'd eventually regain our balance.

That evening, Ashley's volleyball team played their season finale, so I sent a reminder to John and Adam to be home early enough to tidy up before attending. I proposed a celebration afterward, whether it be an evening of pizza or Chinese cuisine to commemorate the season. Since we knew several girls on the team, and some had visited our home on the few occasions, it was a given they'd be steps away from Susan, Kim, and Adam.

Following the game, John agreed to any plan I proposed as he knew it would go his way. Adam replied, sharing his worries about a potential collision between himself, Ashley, and Brittney, should all three convene in the same location. I responded with a knowing tease, reminding him of his prior decisions and prompting him to face the consequences of his actions.

Lost in thought, I retreated to my bathtub, submerging myself in hot water. For added pleasure, I fetched my preferred waterproof vibrator from our custom-named 'Toy Box'. Once the tub was loaded with water and suds, I settled into the comforting water, allowing my thoughts to wander.

Exploring the unexpected events since Friday - Ashley's growing interest in my journals and Adam's intimate congress - it dawned on me how rapidly we'd progressed. This family escapade unfolded with Ashley, Adam, and John's intimate encounters, all stemming from Ashley's fascination with my journals, and the intriguing ramifications of my connection to the girls and the breathtaking prospects with Kim and Brittney. As I considered whether Kim and Brittney's tastes might mirror mine, my mind began to spin with the boundless possibilities. Never before had I considered these questions, yet now I felt a strong desire to experience their throbbing flesh. While Kim was an accessible option, Brittney was another matter entirely. She shared a unique bond with us, relegating her to a place of untouchability. This family journey, along with the complicated relationships it spawned between us, enveloped me in a web of confusion.

My mind was still foggy, trying to shake off negative thoughts. Instead, I focused on the recent sexual experiences. The taste of my daughter's vagina, witnessing her father's penetration. The sensation of my son's penis in both my vagina and anus. The amount of cum he produced. Truly remarkable. I submerged my vibrator below water on my clitoris, allowing it to do its job. Rainwater seeped into the agitated region of my body. Suddenly, a vision of Kim taking control over my daughter crossed my mind. Kim, with a strap-on, pushing into Ashley from behind as she tongued my vagina. Kim, knowing that Ashley is my daughter but not caring. I reached orgasm in under a minute. At first, I thought it would feel good, and the next second, I was already ejaculating, and it was pleasurable. I took a breath and struggled not to slide beneath the water. Managing to avoid taking a swim, I rested a bit. Then I drew some conclusions and grabbed my phone.

I initiated a call with John, who called back right away. We chatted. I disclosed my thoughts and asked for his perspective. As always, he humbly wrote off everything to my decisions and conveyed that he'd be content with whatever outcome I chose.

I got out of the bath, dried off and covered myself with a robe. I dispatched a few messages, letting everyone, including Susan and Brittney, know that the next evening, a family gathering would occur. We would clarify issues at our home. Additionally, I informed Adam personally that he needed to address the matter with Brittney at this meeting. I hinted that it would be beneficial for Ashley to learn about it from her before any other person revealed it.

The day carried on with no eventful surprises. I collected Ashley from school and returned home. Leaving her clothes on, which contradicted the stated rule of avoiding in-home nudity, she didn't seem to care.

"Ashley, you okay?" I inquired, concerned.

"I'm fine," she replied unenthusiastically. "No desire to participate tonight. We'll probably lose badly." Pausing, her tone dropped. "Regarding college, I've been planning to discuss something with you and Dad..." She was cut off when John and Adam, noisy from their work, entered the room.

John approached me, embraced me, kissed me. "How are you, my beloved?" He inquired.

"Doing well. Trivial day tasks finished, obtained supplies, organized invoices and phone calls. We'll discuss later," I informed him. I gently asked Ashley to continue, as John walked away.

Ashley seemed miles away, not moving or talking. But she mentioned, "It's insignificant, and it can wait until later. I need to think further about it first."

The atmosphere was tense but everyone stayed silent. Adam was the first to act. He traveled to Ashley's side and wrapped his arms around her waist, mirroring John's actions.

We all shared a laugh at his replication of John. "Hey sister, what's up?" He teased.

Ashley rebuked him aggressively. "Move away." Reacting, Adam left and exited the room.

I gazed toward Ashley. "Now you ready to talk while Adam is not there?"

Ashley nodded reluctantly. "Not yet, I need more time. Just need to endure this game tonight and maybe I'll share at the 'family gathering' tomorrow."

I watched her depart, and I contacted John again. "I really am pursuing what I mentioned before. However, I need to hear what Susan wants to discuss first. Depending on her intentions, my actions might become redundant. Still, I expect to address those other matters."

Ashley hugged me, "You know what you're doing." He smirked and headed out, leaving me alone with John.

I found myself standing alone, lost in thought. Was I making the right choice? Did John truly see me as just a sex worker? What did Ashley mean by what she didn't say? Why did I hate not knowing? I walked out of the room, hoping that somehow the answer would become clear.

As we still had an hour and a half until game time, I decided to head upstairs and find Ashley. Her door was ajar, and she seemed calmly lying on her bed. Knocking, I asked, "May I come in?" Even though I entered the room before receiving a reply. It's one thing I've always disliked about myself. Why ask if I'm just going to come in anyway?

I closed the door to her room and took a seat beside her on the bed. She appeared to be fighting back tears. I nestled next to her on the bed and embraced her while whispering, "I'm not going to ask any questions or offer advice. I'm simply here for you." Yet I continued silently as I held her tightly. I felt her sobbing softly.

After five minutes, Ashley finally spoke, spilling everything out in a rushed sentence. "I started my period, and I'm unsure of how it may impact my relationship with you and dad. Plus, the odd hormone levels make me feel awful. I'm hesitant about playing tonight due to that, and let's be honest; I've never enjoyed the game. I joined the team only because of Brittney's encouragement, but she's hardly around anymore as she's usually involved with a boyfriend. I miss her. We used to be inseparable and now she doesn't even seem interested in being friends. There's a girl at school, on the team, whom I like, but it's likely she doesn't feel the same way. I have no plans for college; I'd much rather learn the ropes from you and dad and work in the business. Today, I failed my chemistry exam, and now Mr. Peters wants you and dad to meet with him. If I fail chemistry, I won't graduate. If that happens, you and dad will unlikely purchase me a car. My life feels like a mess."

I couldn't help but be taken aback by the intensity of the words she'd spoken. I internally acknowledged that I wasn't the only one battling inner turmoil and that perhaps by focusing on my daughter's struggles could help me better address my own. Before I spoke, she said, "Mom, are you going to say anything? I'm anticipating your criticism that I'm being melodramatic and need to grow up." Her tone was filled with heat, but I remained silent.

"Nope," I replied. "I am here to provide a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, rather than telling you what you 'should' do. However, you are an adult now and have made this life choice by joining the team. You must decide if you want to persevere despite these obstacles.” Ashley mulled it over before asking, "Alright, what are some suggestions for solutions?"

"Regarding your period, there's nothing I can do about that. If you're feeling moodier, it could be a result of the hormones and you might want to visit the doctor for guidance. As for your other concerns, consider speaking to Coach about these issues, and she might be willing to not have you play tonight due to your period and emotional state. It is ultimately your call."

Ashley exhaled, "Okay." And didn't express any further concerns. So I offered more advice.

"If your relationship with Brittney has shifted, please know that we are here for you, and we'll help you figure out what's going on and why." I continued, "Consider visiting the girl you like and gauge her interest in more than just friendship. You can't know unless you try." Finally, "I understand that college isn't your desired path, but it's important to still take your studies seriously. Maybe find a way to balance your education and your interests. I'm here to help guide you in whatever decision you make."

She sighed but didn't add any more concerns. I gave her a moment and then offered, "If you're unsure about this decision you've made, maybe you could talk to Coach and dad about how you're feeling, or make an adjustment as necessary. Just remember that no decision is set in stone." I allowed her to process the information before I asked, "Do you feel better now?"

With a nod, Ashley settled in and whispered, "A bit." And then I suggested, "If you like, maybe we could focus on other areas of your life that bring you happiness." I'd hoped to divert her away from her fears for a while, allowing her to regain her strength so she could better prepare for tomorrow. For now, though, we could both use a distraction.

"I can't speak for Brittney's situation or what she may be experiencing. It seems Susan is going through something, and it could be affecting Brittney as well. Give her the benefit of the doubt until more information is revealed."

"That's true. I didn't think of that. I hope Susan is alright. I care for her, and Brittney too."

"I know, sweetie. Maybe we'll learn more about this tomorrow during the gathering." I stated while considering the repercussions of the possible news.

"Do you think she knows you like her?" I inquired.

"No, of course not. I can't just walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I find you attractive, want to hang out, and possibly have sex?'"

"Well, no, not that bluntly, and especially not the sex aspect, but you could ask her if she'd like to hang out and get to know her without any sexual intentions. Perhaps she's considering the same thing, and because you're both afraid, you could potentially miss out on getting to know a fantastic individual." I questioned further.

Ashley felt mortified but eventually responded, "You're right about all that, and yes, you know her - it's Milla."

Milla's real name was actually Makayla. She resembled Milla Jovovich, except her height, being around 5'4" tall. She was thin and stunning with flat chests and hard nipples. Her braces gave her a sweet, innocent persona.

Yes, I knew who she referred to, as John and I had exchanged thoughts about her and had lovingly described her during our intimate encounters. She was eye-catching.

"Oh, little darling, you most definitely need to converse with her regarding where this could potentially lead. She's visually stimulating." I chuckled and bantered.

Ashley beamed and grin from ear to ear. "I know, right?! She has perfect nipples and a breathtaking vulva. Mom, you should see her pretty crotch." Ashley blushed, but I steered her back on track.

"Alright, alright, let's calm down. Yes, she's physically enticing, but remember she's a person first, and you should develop a connection with her based on who she is, not just desire her for her attributes."

Ashley hummed in agreement, and I continued, "Tomorrow, I'll contact Mr. Peters to set up a meeting to discuss your chemistry course. You must put forth an effort towards your grade, Ashley. Your parents and I wouldn't have sex with you due to your grades except for the sexary act, so you need to be honest with me. Is this sexual relationship with us influencing your academic performance?"

"No, honest mom. I just struggle with chemistry, and it's challenging for me." She appeared to be sincere, so I believed her temporarily.

"Okay, I'll faith in you for the moment, but if I find out differently, then yes, our intimate relationship is on the line. As for the car, it was an established arrangement, and it'll remain so. You don't receive the car until you graduate. If you graduate this term, we'll acquire you a car. Should you need to redo your senior year, you'll have to postpone the car until next year. Should you decide to purchase a car yourself, that's your choice. We've agreed to this deal; we all must hold up our end of the bargain."

Ashley stared disappointed but agreed, "Yes, mom, I'll honor the arrangement." She sighed loudly and prepared to leave.

I didn't allow her to depart, "Hold up, dear girl. Concerning your future plans and working for us and your father."

Ashley's body sunk and seemed defeated. "I realize I shouldn't have mentioned that. I'm sorry and won't bring it up again." She attempted to leave the room.

I positioned myself in front of the door, remaining steadfast until she focused on me. "Look, I'm not about to voice any threats. What I do know is that we need to engage in a more in-depth conversation about this matter. We can't make any promises. Your father could possibly object to you joining our team. I don't know. What I do know is that it's a critical decision, and we must make a joint call."

Ashley's face brightened, and her posture improved, "Yes, mom, we can do that. Thank you." She stepped toward me, and I kissed her lips while wrapping my fingers around her posterior. I glanced past her, noticing we had ample time remaining.

"Why don't we head to the bathroom for a shower and have a bit of fun, making us both feel refreshed? Shall we?" I suggested to her.

"I'm totally up for that." She responded, kissing me.

We walked down the hallway to mine and her father's bedroom. John was getting ready as we walked in, hand in hand. He smiled knowingly but continued to dress. Ashley turned on the water and I grabbed some towels, stripping out of my clothes as she did hers.

In the bathroom, we stepped into the shower, each standing under a separate shower head with personal controls. I prefer a warm shower, while she loves it hot. I reached out to her hand, which she took, guiding her towards me. We kissed as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. I held one breast, while my other one made its way down her body, stopping between her legs. I pressed my palm against her sex, moving my hand back and forth. I kissed down her neck and licked her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth.

The lighting flickered as a shadow crossed the wall. I knew John must have entered the room. The sink faucet turned on, and there was the hum of a toothbrush. He groomed his hair and beard, all while his daughter and I indulged in the shower.

I turned Ashley towards the shower head, guiding her to the built-in ledge seat. I went down on my knees, pleasuring my daughter. Despite the water still pouring down, I could feel and taste her arousal. I pulled her labia apart to dive my tongue deep inside her, licking around her insides and tracing her canal. My tongue traveled up her slit, withdrawing periodically to run it across her clit. Ashley was leaning back on her hand, using her left to hold my head, pulling me into her. Her hip lifted off the seat, and she moved her hips back and forth over my face. Ashley rocked through her orgasm then another. I eased off her as she released my head, and I kissed my way up her body, stopping to tease her nipples before standing.

She tried to turn me around, but I held onto her to prevent it.

"It's fine to be selfish and accept pleasure without reciprocating sometimes. Also, we don't have much time now."

A little deflated, she kissed me softly and returned to her side of the shower. We finished showering and dressing, heading downstairs.

Ashley rode with her father, and Adam took his own Jeep. We made it to the Fieldhouse in time for snacks and for Ashley to attend the team meeting. I filled John in on what Ashley had told me, mostly holding back the sexual details.

"So, she may not even play?" John questioned.

"I doubt it." I said. To make John feel better, I added, "Oh yeah, Ashley has a crush on Milla." I smirked, knowing it would irritate him.

John smirked back, "Our Milla?"

I smiled, "Yes, our Milla."

John leaned over whispering in my ear, "I want to watch them together." He spoke suggestively.

I leaned into John's ear, "I want more than just watching. I want inside." I watched John adjust himself casually.

The girls were introduced, and the game started. Ashley stayed on the bench most of the first half. I noticed her looking at us frequently, and each time we'd smile and wave. She went to speak with her coach when play resumed and took her place on the court. After a minute or two, Ashley made a significant block and scored a point, making us all leap to our feet. She motioned for us to sit down and to hush. I felt bad for Adam because he couldn't overly cheer for Brittney, but that was a situation he had put himself in.

The girls prevailed in their match, and subsequently, we socialized with some other parents. One set who were swings partners, but we hadn't played with them in a while. We devised future plans to catch up and I stepped aside when I noted the presence of Ashley's chemistry teacher, Mr. Peters. Following him for a spell until I was confident he was alone, I extended a hand.

"Hi Mr. Peters, I'm Sarah, Ashley's mom."

He immediately recognized me as we had encounters in the past. He was attractive and my thoughts began to form a fantasy revolving around gratifying him sexually for a favorable grade for my daughter. I discarded this notion, but the idea persisted as we conversed.

Mr. Peters was fond of Ashley and agreed to allow her to redo a test, though not the same one, but a more challenging and prolonged one. If she passed this exam and fulfilled some additional tasks, he believed she would pass his class, but perhaps just barely. I declared that I would converse with Ashley, and she would provide him an answer the next day. Our hands shook once more, and he departed. I continued to consider the idea that it would be less complex to have sex with him.

I encountered John and favored him with the details of the exchange with Mr. Peters. He was fine with it, and he disclosed that he had been inviting the girls for pizza, but all refused since it was still a school evening and they had homework.

We made our way back to our vehicle; most cars had vacated the lot.

"Stay alert," I instructed John as I maneuvered into his lap and commenced undoing his trousers.

I drew him out of his pants and cavalierly took his soft cock in my mouth. I relish the sensation of expanding in my mouth, imagining my control over his arousal. I engulfed it repeatedly with my mouth and hand, crude as my actions were due to the precarious situation.

John caressed my breasts as best he could under the circumstances. I rose onto my knees, granting him easier access to my crotch, and he gazed down my top. I allowed him to stroke his hand under my crotch through my slacks, seeking to reach climax without creating a conspicuous wet spot. I then returned to frantically sucking him, endeavoring to render him incapable of managing his arousal.

I focused mostly on his cockhead, widening his entrance with my tongue before probing it as far as possible. I licked across his swollen vein, intensifying the sensations, while gripping his shaft offensively. I turned my head subtly so he could observe, inquiring,

"You noticed Milla's ass out there tonight?"

Panting, John replied, "I observed all the asses on display tonight."

"Yes, me too." I retorted, before returning to focusing on him.

It was barely another tumultuous minute when John declared,

"Here comes Ashley and Milla."

I engulfed his cock with my mouth, amplifying the suction and applying more vigorous strokes to his shaft as I could.

"Abbreviate, I'm releasing cum Baby, I'm releasing cum," John announced.

"Don't let any of that ruin my seats." Teasingly, he joshed, but there was no way I was allowing that.

John culminated in my mouth, and I withdrew, taking a glimpse in the mirror and spotting Ashley and Milla reaching the truck. I hauled Ashley to me and shared his sperm, depositing it in her mouth. She consentingly accepted it, knowing that she was swallowing it entirely.

Milla's positioning ensured that she was unable to discern what was happening, though I disregarded that at the time. I slid my hands down my daughter's posterior, savoring her fullness, as I detached my mouth from Ashley, preventing her from discarding her dad's sperm back into me.

"Well played, Baby. Congratulations on the victory and that was an outstanding block you made and a goal. You deserve something unique for that." I kidded.

"Hmmm, I believe I just received something unique for that." She responded playfully.

John had exited the vehicle, so I moved to join him, with Ashley accompanying me.

Ashley disparately introduced us as if we were meeting her for the first time. "Mom, Dad, this is Milla. Milla, meet my mom and dad, Sarah and John."

The three of us shared a look and then turned to face Ashley, chuckling. I spoke up, "we know who Milla is, Ash. She's been to our house before, shared dinner with us a couple of times, and even spent the night there. Do you remember? She was with us during last summer's fishing trip as well."

"Oh shit, I've forgotten. I'm just nervous," she replied.

Milla noticed Ashley's nervousness and reached out, taking her hand. Ashley handed it over, and I noticed a sense of ease in her posture. This all happened rather quickly, I thought to myself. Even John seemed to agree.

John offered, "I invited some of the other girls for pizza, no takers though. Milla, would you like to join us?"

Before Milla could respond, Ashley interjected, "Dad... Milla needs a ride home, and I told you that you'd take her. We can go for pizza afterwards if you want." She turned to Milla, asking, "You still want to join us for pizza?"

Milla replied politely, "I'd love some pizza, thank you." Then she turned to Ashley, "I won't really need a ride. I'll figure something out."

I interjected, "No, let's go get pizza and then we'll take you home."

John and I made our way to the truck's front, with Ashley and Milla discussing privately before following us. Ashley usually sits behind me on my side, and she moved that way, so Milla followed John's path. John noticed Milla headed his way, stepped back to open the rear door for her, held it open as she climbed in, shutting it behind her. I overheard her tell Ashley as I got in.

"That's the first time anyone has ever held a car door open for me."

"It's a truck," Ashley responded, realizing how immature she sounded and adding, "My dad is quite the gentleman, but he can't help but remind me that this is a truck and not a car constantly." Which is something John does.

The girls chatted and giggled in the back seat as we made our way to the pizza place, holding hands. I angled my body so I could potentially join the conversation if necessary, but it never happened. Instead, I focused on Milla's body, noticing her near-visible nipples poking through her thin tee shirt. My hand rested between my legs, sliding my thumb against my clit through my thin pants. I could see the bulge in John's pants as well, doing the same thing with his left hand. We exchanged satisfied smiles.

We arrived at the pizza shop and entered, eating pizza. Out of nowhere, Ashley asked, surprised, "Where's Adam? I saw him at the game. He didn't come for pizza?"

I hated lying to my daughter and never advocate it, but this was not the time or place. Plus, the lie wasn't made up, so it held some semblance of truth.

"Oh, he said he was taking a friend home and hanging out for a while. He'd be home later and would see us then. He did tell me to tell you he's proud of you and loves you. Which he did say," I responded. I hadn't exactly said he was taking Brittany home, but I assumed it was her given she was nowhere to be seen before or after the game. Realizing her mistake, John interrupted.

"Milla, where do you live? This is still okay to call you Milla, right? I don't want to offend."

Milla responded unbothered, "I didn't mind being called Milla at all. I'm aware of the origin of the name, and she looks amazing." She laughed. Then glanced at Ashley, "It's nice that your brother tells you he loves you and isn't ashamed in front of your mom. Mine... We're not as close. I'd say stepbrother, he couldn't care less about me."

Ashley seemed flushed and sought my help, asking, "It's great that her brother tells her that he loves her. In our family, we're not embarrassed to express our feelings. I'm sorry to hear about your brother." Or stepbrother, I clarify. And Milla mentioned where she lives?

Milla seemed slightly embarrassed but only asked, "What?"

"What's your address? Where do you live at? Ashley said you need a lift home. We need to know where to drop you off." I didn't have a good reason to answer her question, but she seemed hesitant to give me the information.

"Oh, not really. I'll just call someone to pick me up. Thanks for the offer though." She spoke nervously and kept looking away.

I sought out John for help. I had a bad feeling about this situation. John sensed my worry. "No problem at all, Milla. We're probably going your way anyway, so we can drop you off on the way. No need for anyone else to miss out." John clarified to her.

Milla was still unwilling to accept our offer. "Nah, I'll manage. They're coming here anyway to pick up pizza, so I'll just wait for them."

John, always quick-thinking, "Alright then. We'll wait with you until they arrive, just in case something goes wrong, and they don't show up, you still have a ride home."

Milla looked bashful and deflated, tears forming in her eyes. Ashley hugged her. "Milla, what's wrong?" she asked. "You can tell us. My parents are understanding and will help in any way they can."

Milla started sobbing and looked to me for support. I turned to the people watching us, "What, you never see someone cry when there's no more pizza? It was good pizza. Now mind your own business." I snapped at them, and they moved away.

"Great, John, settle the bill. Ashley, Milla, follow me to the restroom." I left the table and led the girls. "John, meet us in the truck with it running, please." I instructed before leaving.

"Yes, ma'am." John acknowledged my request but knew something was up.

I led the girls to the restroom and got some paper towels, wet them, and patted them on Milla's tear-dampened face.

"Okay, Milla, you don't have to tell us what's going on or why you don't want us to know where you live, but we're not leaving here until we meet whoever is picking you up or you decide to let us take you home. Your choice."

Milla glanced at Ashley like she might defend her, but Ashley seemed to understand and spoke first, "Milla, she's not lying. My parents mean what they say. If my mom says we're not leaving until you're safe, we won't."

Milla was scared and didn't say anything. I tried to comprehend the situation, wondering why she would care if we knew her address. I didn't understand.

"Ashley, go to the truck with your dad and tell him we won't be long." Ashley understood and left.

It took me some time to get Milla to share her story with me. I hugged her, kissed her forehead. "It's going to be okay. I promise. You're not alone. John and I are here for you now." She resisted but eventually let me lead her outside to the truck.

As Milla got into the truck, I leaned across her and spoke to Ashley, "If she wants to tell you her story, that's up to her, but don't push her. John and I will take care of any issues." I turned to John outside the truck, "John, let's go. We'll take her to her address," where I had received from Milla.

Milla hadn't confided in Ashley who looked confused, not knowing what was going on.

We reached Milla's home, which was in a run-down neighborhood. Their house was severely dilapidated. The other issue she shared with me was that her mother was addicted to drugs and her stepfather and stepbrother had been physically abusing her. I couldn't confirm if there was any sexual abuse, but the situation was dire.

Telling John about the abuse might not be wise, considering John's past with his mother. John was angry at the thought of anyone getting abused, especially a child. Despite Milla being 18, she was still in need of protection, and John would become her shield, come what may.

John left the engine running and opened the door for Milla. He held his hand out for her to grab and instructed me and Ashley to remain seated.

He walked up the path to her house with Milla, stopping halfway. There, he turned Milla towards him and said something I couldn't hear before giving her a hug. The front door suddenly opened, and a drunk-looking, burly man emerged, shouting. I assumed he was Milla's stepfather.

"Where the hell have you been? I told you to be home right after the game. I'm going to..."

The man didn't finish his sentence, as he attempted to push John aside to reach for Milla. I had only seen John engage in a couple of fights several times and noticed that he dislikes physical confrontations. However, he's not incapable of fighting. The man's imbalance worsened when he put his hand on John, attempting to move him out of the way. John casually stepped out of his way, stuck out his foot, and the man tripped over, landing face-first on the cracked sidewalk that was in worse condition than the house. The man's face was left bloody and scarred, appearing miserable as he screeched in pain and announced his plans to kill John, trying to rise up once more. John stepped towards him again and stepped on his buttocks, forcing him face-first into the sidewalk once more. He then stood over the man and said:

"Stay put or this will be over in a few minutes."

The man started to get up, but John, still maintaining his foot on the man's back, said, "Are your stepbrothers home?"

Milla turned out and examined the front yard as well as the street, stating, "No, I don't think so, his car isn't even there."

John inquired, "Is this your stepfather?"

"Yes."

John then faced the man again. "Here's what's going to happen. Whether you like it or not, or believe you can change it, this is how it will go." He turned back to Milla, "Milla, enter the house and prepare any essential items you possess. Don't fret about shampoos and other minor items; we'll acquire them for you. Grab your clothing, anything of personal significance, and anything you don't want to lose. You won't be returning."

Milla's stepfather attempted to rise, but John maintained his foot on his back. John bent down again to whisper something to him, causing the man to relent. Milla took about ten minutes inside before emerging with two bags, her eyes teary. I exited the car, along with Ashley, and took the bags to place them in the truck's covered cargo area. When the three of us returned, I addressed John:

"We're ready to go."

John climbed out of the truck, removed his foot from Milla's stepfather, and got back in. We drove in silence for most of the trip home, allowing Milla to process the situation. I asked later, "What's next?"

John paused for another minute before asking Milla, "What now?". John leant back and asked again, "How about this? We go back home, and Milla will stay with us as long as she needs to." He looked at Milla in the rearview mirror, discussing, "You're not a captive and can leave whenever you choose, but I would greatly appreciate it if you stayed and let us support you. You're not a burden at all; we have lots of room and would feel more at ease if you're here rather than going back there."

I glanced at Milla, who only nodded her head in agreement.

As we drove home, I noticed Adam's Jeep was parked there. I questioned why his return was so early, forgetting that it was actually us who were late.

We arrived and John claimed the bags that Milla had brought from the vehicle. He then led the way, and eventually, we all walked indoors.

Ashley and Milla served as front-runners, but prior to entering entirely, I heard Ashley yelling.

"ADAM! WHAT THE HELL?"

Curious, I rounded a corner and spotted Adam in the kitchen, eating, and entirely nude.

Adam promptly took notice of Milla and ducked down behind an island while yelling, "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? WHY IS SHE HERE?"

Ashley yelled back, "SHE'S MY FRIEND, AND SHE CAN BE HERE IF I WANT HER TO BE. ALSO, WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

Perplexed as ever, Adam still yelled, "IT'S THE HOUSE RULE, NO CLOTHES."

Suddenly, we all comprehended the situation, and I knew it was time to take control.

"Alright, everyone, be quiet." I ordered first, gaining everyone's attention. "Milla, turn around and shut your eyes. Adam, head upstairs and dress up quickly. Ashley, escort Milla to the guest room unless you two are going to share your own room. Show her the bathroom as well and anything else she may require."

Needless to say, Adam scurried upstairs ASAP and Milla obeyed by closing her eyes. Once Adam was upstairs, Ashley and Milla were directed towards the guest room to follow my instructions earlier.

"Alright, they're gone. Now, do as instructed." I told them. "We're tired and need some sleep. However, Ashley, come see me in my room prior to rest."

The pair now departed, and gradually, Milla mentioned to Ashley, "Why was your brother naked?" and progressed to, "He has a massive dick." Then she concluded with, "Why does your breath smell like cum?"

Ashley glanced back at me pleadingly for assistance, but I just grinned.

John remained where he was, clutching Milla's belongings. I gazed at him, and he asked, "What about me, ma'am?"

"Carry Milla's things upstairs and then join me in the shower. I require my turn that I couldn't get earlier." I kissed him and sent him on his way.

My thoughts were conflicting. Adam didn't do anything illegal. The house rule demanded nudity. But Ashley and I hadn't broken any rules, nor did I, bringing Milla along. I had to strategize a solution. Still, my main focus was to get laid, so I dashed up the stairs.

When I entered the bathroom, John was already in the shower. We locked lips passionately, hands roaming all over each other's bodies, exploring intimate spots. He turned me around, embracing me, cupping my breasts while kissing my neck. Instruction in my tone, I engaged him, shifting my backside into him and wrapping my arms around his neck. I raised one foot on the bathroom's built-in seat, grasping his cock to align it with me, and he slowly, carefully bucked his way into me. I pressed against his chest more firmly, indicating my intent. I gripped his cock and directed it inside me. His hands gripped my throat, squeezing, and I felt the strength in his hands.

I was aware that Ashley had come in as I heard the bathroom door open quietly, stating, "You wanted to see me, mom?" John's hand soon replaced his daughter's on my clitoris. I couldn't speak but relayed my needs using my hand. Ashley knelt down, recognizing the situation, and fulfilled my desires. John's pace sped up, Ashley's tongue matching him precisely. A series of gasping could be heard, culminating in me assuringly cumming, flooding Ashley's mouth.

I could no longer stand on my own, and John assisted me to the shower floor. He continued thrusting into Ashley, pinpointing her pleasure with ease. I inspected Ashley's face and then John's. He removed Ashley from beneath him and moved her to his side. Even though I was still lying on the shower floor, I watched John relating intimately with Ashley.

Ashley fell into overdrive orgasms while John never slowed down. Her wild body trembled and teetered on the verge of collapse, threatening to topple onto me if John hadn't steadied her. She was clearly spent, but struggling to speak. I discreetly communicated with John:

"Dial it down, John. She seems exhausted."

John complied, pulling out and helping Ashley settle on the shower floor beside me. Milla's father was now fondling his member, and I lent a hand, gripping his testicles and looking up at him.

"Let's give it to us, Daddy. Shoot it on our faces."

Impassioned, Ashley sat upright, rearing her face to meet him. "Lick it off mine and yours," I prompted, encouraging him to cum. Ashley and I remained standing in the shower as John climaxed, his pockets unleashing their contents. The first spurt crossed Ashley's cheek, hitting her ear. The second splashed her nose, streaking her eye, and dribbled onto her forehead. Milla battled to catch most of the third, spitting out a few splashes.

I enjoy receiving facial cum, so I had no issues with Milla's father's semen decorating her face like that, but witnessing her enjoy it intensified my arousal. When John was spent and shedding the final traces, I pivoted to Ashley, petted her face and began licking his cum off hers. I caught the initial taste and preserved the rest for Ashley, trading our mouths back and forth.

Simultaneously helping us off the shower floor, John wrapped up our shower, making sure there was no indication of what went down for Milla to uncover. Before we left, I asked Ashley,

"You said Milla left you with words upstairs. What did she say?"

Ashley hesitantly answered, "I told her you'd explain everything later."

John chortled, provoking me: "What's so funny?"

A prodding kick later, "We'll deal with that if and when it arises," John reassured me.

Ashley became insightful. "I think she'd accept anything with an offer of love, desperate for it as she is. Perhaps she yearns for such an invitation?"

Entering conflicted territory, I queried, "Are we just considering the sex aspect or should we consider letting her join in?"

Ashley shrugged nonchalantly and joked, "It's up to you. Make it happen."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable discussing this," I lamented. "What has our family become?" These unsettling thoughts flowed through my head. I squinted at John first.

"calm down, Sarah," John cooed, holding me close. "We'll help her when we can. And if she's gone tomorrow, let it go and enjoy what remains."

Unwavering, John's matter-of-factness returned. It's overwhelming, but the desire to please Ashley and experience a threesome continued through me. I decided to relay to Ashley.

"Ashley, are we staying or is Milla in your bed?"

Ashley chuckled, "Milla's in the guest room. I thought she might like to sleep with me, but I decided it's better for her to stay in there for now."

I left the room, bound for the guest quarters. By the sounds of it, someone was laughing in Adam's room, so I detoured.

Peeking in, I beheld Milla flanked by Adam, both of them giggled after some secret joke. Confident no one was involved in hijinks, I softly rapped Adam's door.

"Milla, I'd like a private chat, please."

Jumping from their seats in sudden alarm, Ashley and Adam exchanged guilty glances, clearly caught in the act, yet not breaking apart or even appearing close.

"What's going on? I just want a quick conversation," I inquired wide-eyed.

An uninformed Milla nodded quickly and followed me into the hall. Whispering quickly, I pulled her into the kitchen, steeling myself and raising our voices slightly.

"Milla, I previously heard you asking my mom something before you left. What was that?"

Milla's complex eyes shifted, and I saw a touch of guilt creeping in. "I asked my mom why you didn't want to sleep with me."

Sheer anger rose in me. "I'd like to hear why you assumed that, Milla!"

Milla shrugged, seemingly torn between discomfort and the truth. "I heard some noises earlier, so I thought..." Her voice trailed off.

"That's not why we're not sharing a bed tonight," I interjected helplessly, attempting to reassure her parents about my motives for not sharing a bed with Milla.

"It's fine, Milla. I'll tell you about it tomorrow," Ashley created a quick resolution.

John chimed in, "We have to think about what would make her feel comfortable right now."

"Guess I'll just try to sleep by myself," Milla finally said.

I looked at Ashley and John, glaring at their 'so-called mind-set.' I regret that I ever asked.

Milla looked concerned as Adam leaned back on his bed. They looked at each other for a moment before Milla replied, "Sure, no problem. What would you like to talk to me about?"

"We should go someplace where there's no one else to listen in. Tell me, do you know where the motorhome is parked?" I asked, opening the door and ushering her out.

Following me through the kitchen, out through the garage, and into the motorhome, I quickly locked the door in silence. Milla took a seat while I sat across from her. Looking her over, I observed her slender athletic build and the way her body language spoke of relief. Once satisfied, I began, "I wanted to have this conversation in private because I thought you might feel more comfortable without everyone else knowing."

"I understand that. But what is this about?" she inquired.

"I just want to make sure you're okay with how everything turned out tonight, and if you have any queries or worries on your mind. I also want to discuss the questions you asked Ashley as you left the kitchen earlier."

Milla looked surprised that I'd heard her exchange with Ashley, and she glanced away, embarrassed. To reassure her, I explained, "Ashley didn't tell me. I have exceptional hearing, and I heard your whole conversation."

After a moment with a troubled look on her face, she settled back in her seat. "Okay, go on."

"What I want to do is go over the rules for your stay with us. And also, I'd like to address the questions you asked Ashley."

Her eyes widened, wondering if she'd been caught out for breaking a rule. I reassured her, "Don't jump to conclusions. It's not like that. Ashley didn't tell me a thing. I just heard you while you were in the kitchen."

Taking a moment to relax Milla, I finally began the conversation in earnest, "How are you feeling about all this? Are you satisfied? I want to offer you some alternatives. There's nothing stopping you from living as you want to and making your own decisions. This is your life, your choice."

Relieved that I wasn't going to be harsh, Milla responded, "I'm glad you're not like that. Honestly, it's a relief to no longer be trapped in that nightmare. I'm so grateful for your support."

"You're right. You've been suffering far too long, and we're here to help," I explained.

"Now, before you make any rash decisions, take some time to think it through. Consider your options and understand the consequences. This could be a fresh start for you; don't let it slip away."

"I promise to think about it," she said with a happy smile.

"Excellent. No one will pressure you. I'll support you, but you need to make your own path. Just remember, there are a few ground rules to follow. You'll respect our house and our ways, contribute to chores, and we'll decide together on outsiders visiting. If you choose to stay, you need to adapt to our system."

"Sounds reasonable. I can handle that."

"So we have an understanding?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you for your understanding," Milla said, her face brilliant with joy. "I'm truly grateful for all the help you and your family are offering."

Milla shot up from her chair, her arms wide-open, so I did the same and we hugged. Her arms encircled me tight, and I realized my nipples were hardening under the thin shirt I'd put on. I broke the hug and sat back down. She did too, and I cleared my throat to continue.

"Alright, let's talk about the questions." I started.

Milla settled back in her seat, and I noticed a grin forming on her face. "Regarding why Adam wasn't dressed... In our family, we're pretty open with each other. We don't have any issues with nudity. A few days back, Ashley decided it'd be funny to make a new rule at home: no clothes in the house. We forgot to let Adam know it wasn't still in effect, which led to him not having any clothes when we brought you home."

Milla sounded like she found this explanation adequate, but it wasn't the truth.

"As for why Ashley's breath smelled like cum... While John and I were waiting for Ashley to come out of the Fieldhouse, I gave John a blowjob and he came in my mouth. Later, when I kissed Ashley in congratulations, I guess the smell transferred more than I anticipated."

Milla pondered my explanation for a moment. I saw her furrow her brow and pucker her lips, and then, all of a sudden, she erupted into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked her. I was genuinely confused.

Once she calmed down, she spilled a secret that changed everything.

"Sarah, I really appreciate what you're doing for me. I want to be respected as well. I may only be 18, but I've experienced a lot in my life—thanks to my mom, stepdad, and stepbrother's abuse. They didn't just physically and mentally abuse me, but they also turned me into their sex toy."

Her unperturbed tone didn't surprise me. I'd suspected there was sexual abuse, too. What did surprise me was how she was talking about it with such a nonchalant attitude. She continued.

"I didn't mind the sexual stuff, but I hated the physical and mental abuse. You see, I'm a bit of a slut and love sex. I'm not a nymphomaniac or anything; I'm pansexual. If someone wants to have sex with me, I'll probably have sex with them if I want."

My thoughts were chaotic. Milla's claims confused me, and I struggled to speak. Before I could gather my thoughts, she added.

"Do you think there's anything strange going on in this house, if you had to guess?"

"Can I express my opinion without fear of repercussions if I'm wrong?" She asked.

"Yes, speak your mind. We're all about that here—'say what you mean and mean what you say.'" So, please tell me."

"I think you're all open sexually. If there's no incest going on, you all want it to happen. I believe Ashley's bisexual, and probably so are you. I know Adam wants to sleep with me, and I wouldn't be amazed if John does too."

How did she know or even suspect that much? I wondered.

"And how would you feel about all that, if it were true?" I inquired casually.

"I believe it's fantastic. It's obvious you all love each other deeply, and trusting each other like that only makes your family stronger and more united."

"Definitely not. I've made it clearer before, yet I didn't spell it out. The thing is, after a while, I wasn't forced with the sex anymore. I actually craved it. But I wouldn't let them see that. What I detested was the physical and emotional abuse. Like, feel free to use my pussy as much as you want, but stay away from my thoughts and stop hitting me."

I made a conscious effort to state this out since I thought I had heard enough already. However, the arousal stirring within me took the lead.

"Don't fret. There's no need for any of that here. Although, we all find you incredibly attractive and sexy, so yes, you might experience some advances every now and then."

"Go for it. I'm done with the mind games and shittiness. I already mentioned, I'm just a massive slut who enjoys sex."

Milla's sense of confidence was beyond tempting. It felt like I was glancing at my young self. I couldn't fathom it or how aroused I was at that moment.

I responded with a grin. "Milla, I understand the ordeal you've been through, and please accept my apologies, but our conversation has really ignited something in me - I was wondering..."

Milla intervened, "Just hold your horses, I know what you're implying."

Milla stood up from her seat and in one speedy motion, removed her top over her head. Upon closer examination, she didn't have a bra. Her boobs were just as Milla Jovovich's, and her nipples shared the same long and erect shape. Her expression was somewhat cheeky, but it was unfortunate that her braces made her seem a bit younger. Not that they were unattractive, but it jeopardized that slutty vibe.

In response, I did the same and took my top off. Our bodies were now pressed against one another as our mouths locked while our tongues explored new depths. This lasted only for a short time as my arousal was raising my need to taste her. I ended our kiss and took her hand, leading her to the bed at the back of the RV.

I sat on the bed and had her stand in front of me between my legs. My arms encircled her waist, and my hands halted on her hips as I reached towards her stomach in a slow embrace. A series of butterfly kisses on her abdomen followed, stopping only at her belly button to run my tongue through it occasionally.

Pushing my hands off her waist, they then held her hips as I pulled her shorts down. My surprise at finding she wasn't wearing panties emanated as I continued my descent down towards her sex.

Her slit was minuscule, only four inches long, and surprisingly, bald. It left me unsure if she could really accommodate a dick. She was so little, too.

I continued kissing her abdomen as I neared her mound, and finally tasted her. Her tiny and tight pussy was a delight to my tongue.

Milla's hand became tangled in my hair and she bucked her hips back and forth on my face, moving with complete determination. She undoubtedly yearned for pleasure. I held her close, aiming to match her pace but failed miserably as she seized control and subjugated me to her demands.

Milla's hips were now swinging wildly on my face, not in a circle but with a circular motion, then, by turning her hips in a rhythmic action she started to gyrate against me. Her arousal had her cascading fluids, so I drank what I could. Her slit was too tiny and tight to accommodate my mouth fully, but her juices were delightful.

All of a sudden, I found myself being pushed onto the bed with Milla still holding onto my hair. She was going backward on top of me, having her own orgasm. My body was being forced down by her weight and her thighs rested on each side of my head. She was definitely having a very strong orgasm as her body stiffened and fluid poured down my throat. I greedily swallowed it all.

Once her orgasm subsided, she got off me but stayed above me. She positioned her knees at my waist and leaned forward to kiss me. Our initial kisses felt a bit clumsy, but we quickly found a rhythm. It was an intense and passionate kiss.

A few minutes later, Milla broke the kiss and went down my neck, then to my chest. My nipples were already hard, and she gave one a gentle suck followed by a gentle tug. She continued her way down my stomach, leaving behind wet trails with her tongue. She stopped at the top of the loose, oversized silk shorts I was wearing. They were almost like basketball shorts for men, with an elastic waistband that she easy pulled off. I had neglected to wear any panties.

She stood over me for a moment, taking in my whole body with her eyes. A pleased smile spread across her face before she slid down to the floor on her knees. I was still lying on my back, fully extended across the bed. Milla grabbed hold of my legs, bending them and spreading them apart.

"Here, it's important for you to know that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do while you're here. No one will force you." I emphasized, hoping to make her feel comfortable.

"I don't feel like I'm being forced and it's great. I've come here willingly. I'm with you because I want to be with you." She beamed with a proud smile.

"Why are you grinning so much?" I inquired.

Her smile widened, and she let out a small laugh, "I've been pretty observant my whole life. I've been able to read people really well, much like you if you think about it."

I knew exactly what she meant because I shared this ability. "You knew that I could tell something was up with your smile. You're quite intuitive."

"Yes." She replied. "You realized that my smile wasn't just one of happiness. You and I are so similar, I can tell."

"We are certainly similar. But I still want to know what made you smile like that."

"Well, apart from appreciating this view, I could tell you wanted it just as much. I always noticed you, Adam, and even John checking me out. You may not know about Adam, since he's been dating Dakota. But I've always loved the feeling of being looked at by lots of people. And now I can give you what you desire and what I desire at the same time."

It was strange to learn she had known about our interest in her for so long. I didn't want to argue, so I lied, "I've liked what I've seen for quite a while." I then questioned, "What is it you feel you need?"

"I want to feel wanted. I don't need love like most people, but I long for the feeling of being desired. I see it in Adam's and John's eyes. Ashley wants me too, but she also seems to yearn for more than just the physical aspect of a relationship. I love how she stares at me in class and in the shower after practice and games. I know she wants me, but I'm not quite sure if I'm ready yet for a real relationship with her. I really care about her, and I love how she looks at me."

I didn't understand how a young girl so intuitive and self-aware could be controlled by her family as much as she had been. But right now, I didn't want to delve into it. I simply wanted more of her pussy.

"There are a lot of things that need to be said, but not now. It's late, you have school tomorrow, and I have work." I offered a diluted offer. "Let's focus on the wanting for now, and we'll talk about the serious subjects later."

"This sounds great!" was all she said as she plunged forward, spreading my legs wide with her hands that were still gripping my knees. She hoisted my legs high and apart as she hungrily lapped my pussy with her tongue. I lifted my hips off the bed, giving her better access to my sex, and she lowered her head even more, causing her tongue to glide down through my moistening slit and into my ass.

I slackened myself, allowing her tongue to delve deeply into my ass. I had no clue how she was breathing. Her nose was smashed completely against my ass, and there was no way she was drawing air through her mouth. I could feel her tongue working its way deep within me and then slithering back out, then penetrating me once more. God, that felt good as she now draped my left leg over her shoulder so she could reach around my leg and stimulate my clit with her thumb.

I was the one jerking my hips up and down and across her face, then flicking them back and forth a second later. There was no consistent rhythm; it was just her eating my ass as I rode her face. I loved it. After what seemed like a full minute, I was orgasming all over her face. I hadn't anticipated such a response to her actions. I was incorrect, and now I realized that this girl was well-versed in the art of eating ass and pussy.

Milla didn't even hesitate as she began devouring my juices, taking mouthfuls of it. Her hand continued to work my clit, and another orgasm coursed through my body, causing yet another flood of fluid to escape my frame, coating her face. She licked at my anus feverishly as if she wanted every last drop.

My clit was hypersensitive now; my legs pinched shut on her.

"Enough, enough. I can't, I can't take anymore." I panted out breathlessly.

Milla rose off the ground and stood between my now calming legs. I saw her hand drop to her sex, and she started rubbing her clit as she also slid a finger between her exceptionally wet folds.

Disbelief overcame me as I observed her. I was positive I couldn't cum again so soon. My clit needed a rest. But I didn't want to be an ungracious host, so I continued.

"You need more, right?" I inquired softly.

"Yes, a lot more," she whispered seductively.

I nodded for her to come onto the bed and sit back on my face as I whispered, "Jump on, come to mama."

I realized what I said as soon as I said it and stared into her eyes to ensure I hadn't offended her. She appeared unaffected. In truth, she looked invigorated. She was grinning ear to ear and enthusiastically sprang onto the bed. She didn't come to my face though and stopped herself right above my pussy, crouching down onto me as she bent her right knee on the bed but kept her left foot on the floor. Our cunts mashed together as she grabbed my right leg in her arms to keep it raised and leaned through her small breasts and past her head, bending down to kiss my calf as she began grinding her clit against mine.

I watched as her eyes closed and her head fell back. She moved her hips with the precision of a dancer to the rhythm of a choreographed song. She knew what she was doing, or it was simply innate to her; I couldn't say. Nonetheless, I was savouring it.

As she quickened her tempo, I observed her breath becoming shorter and quicker, and she let out a long moan. I pushed myself against her, assuring her release. I wasn't concerned about myself; I wanted to witness her orgasm.

"Cum for me, Baby. Cum for mommy. Mommy needs you to cum so badly," I cooed.

Milla ground harder on me, her hips moving in every direction, and as speedily as she could maintain. She was genuinely fucking me, and I tried to fuck her back as much as I could.

I felt her body stiffen, and my pussy filled with her release. Her hips bucked forward and back. She ground hard against me, lowering herself even more to maintain contact.

"YESSS, MOMMY YESSS! I'M CUMMING, MOMMY! FOR YOU, MOMMY! She screamed out, and then fell forward, almost dislodging my hip. The only thing that saved me was that she only weighed a hundred pounds and I was able to control her fall using my arms.

I drew her closer, and she snuggled against me. Her head lay on my chest, and she draped her leg across mine. I could feel her moisture against my hip, and I enjoyed it. I held her like that in silence for more than five minutes as she quietly wept. I stroked her hair and traced patterns with my fingers on her skin, calming her. I didn't inquire why she was weeping because she might decide to share it at her own pace. A minute or two passed, and she glanced up at me with her eyes red from crying.

"That was incredible. Thank you. And I'm sorry for calling you mommy. I wasn't thinking and it slipped out."

"You have nothing to apologize for and you can call me mommy whenever you want, even if there's no sex involved."

She nestled even closer to me, and I realized that Ashley was right. Milla may have claimed that she didn't need love and only wanted to feel desired, but this girl yearned for someone to love her. I wouldn't lie to her and profess my love since I didn't know her well enough. However, I wanted her to know that she was cherished.

"Milla." I said. "Know that John and I desire your presence here not because of sex. It was a surprise to us as well tonight. We long for you because we care about you as an individual. Ashley adores you deeply, and if our kid chooses to care for you, John and I will cherish you too. You are valuable here. Not simply valuable-you are adored. Do you comprehend what I'm saying?"

"I think so, and thank you for everything."

"Alright, let's not be gloomy. It's late, and we need to get back into the RV."

We stood up and put on the minimal clothes we had initially worn. When we neared the RV door, I halted and held Milla's hand, pulling her to me and kissing her tenderly. I embraced her again, then severed the kiss.

"You are worthy of love and merit love. Never allow anyone to try to persuade you otherwise." I said to her.

I observed tears welling in her eyes, and she gripped me tightly.

"Thank you, Sarah."

I raised my brows at her and she understood my unspoken question.

"Thank you, Mommy."

"That's better. You're welcome." I opened the RV door and led her in, saying, "Now let's tuck you into bed." We headed inside the home.

We ascended the stairs, discussing how we'd routinely drive Ashley to school each morning, ensuring she would also be joining us. When we reached the top of the stairs, Ashley emerged from her room.

"Where did you two go? What were you doing?" Ashley demanded.

Milla and I exchanged glances, both of us laughing. I disengaged from Milla and approached Ashley. I embraced her and kissed her passionately, aware that Milla's lips would have lingered on my tongue. When I broke the kiss, I departed, walking toward my room while saying, "I've just been having sex with my new daughter, thanks. Good night."

I cast a glance backward at Ashley to witness her mouth agape, stunned by my statement. Milla stepped up to Ashley, embracing her and cupping her buttocks as she did so. Milla kissed Ashley deeply, then disengaged first, turned, and rushed into the guest room as I heard her utter, "I've been having sex with my new mommy. Thank you and good night." She erupted in laughter, shutting the door.

I saw Ashley speedily reach for the doorknob, but Milla had locked it. She pounded on the door.

"Milla, leave me alone! What the hell! Milla!"

I hesitated but chose to interfere.

"Leave her be, Ash. Let her get some rest. School in the morning and it's late. Go to bed, now!" I said, using a tone Ashley understood not to challenge.

Ashley's lip jutted out, demonstrating her displeasure when she didn't get her way, but she retreated into her room and shut the door.

I proceeded to my room, disrobed, and gently attempted to enter my bed, unsure if John was still awake.

"Is everything alright?" John inquired.

"It's fine. I'm simply weary and intend to go to sleep. Good night, Honey. I love you."

"I love you too, Babydoll. I thought I'd have to summon the National Guard to search for you, though." John jokingly remarked.

I stretched and yawned, attempting to get comfortable in the bed. I let out a murmured comment as I drifted off to sleep. "Not much, just screwing our new daughter. She has the smallest little vagina I've ever seen. Good night."

A brief pause ensued before I heard it again.

"Hold on. What? Sarah, you... You're telling me you did what?"

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