A Departure...

The afternoon progresses somewhat normally from there. Karen and Jenna swim for a while together, while Allison and Riley decide to move from the pool to the hot tub. Your hot tub is a large one, it can comfortably hold 4 adults, and it has a gazebo style enclosure with plastic shades that can be drawn down to make it private. You and Jenna have had many romantic nights with it since moving to this house. {If AxRTrouble = 1
} After the girls leave, you notice their bikini tops are draped on the wooden steps leading up into the hot tub enclosure. You sigh. At least they have the shades drawn. Perhaps it had been a mistake to let them drink so freely.{endif
}
{if ScottyFix = 1
}{if JxSWatch > = 1}
}Scotty has taken a dip in the pool, enjoying the cool water. You supposed it helps after his little escapade with Jenna upstairs. He climbs out after a few minutes and starts chatting up Karen. You aren't sure, but it's possible that they've never met; they were both at your father's funeral, but you don't think they interacted. Karen seems pleased with the attention; she's eyeing Scotty's glistening torso and shoulders appreciatively. {else
}Scotty appears on the deck. "You're all set, James. Sink's good to go and showerhead replaced. No biggie at all."
"Thanks, Scott." you toss up a can of light domestic beer, which he catches. "What's the damage?"
"Nothing too serious. I dropped an invoice on the kitchen table for you." He cracks the beer.
"Are you sticking around, Scott?" You aren't super pleased with the tone of Jenna's voice.
"I can hang for a while. I'll just go to my truck and grab my shorts. {if JennaWarned = 1
}Can't decline the nice invite, especially when Kay's going to be here anyway."{else
}"{endif
}{endif
}{endif
}At about 2:00, Tara and Jared appear on the porch. {if JaredManTalk = 1
}Jared has shaved and at least run fingers through his unruly mop, but he's still wearing his ratty Muse t-shirt. He's holding Tara around the waist from behind. {else
}Your son has your jaw and eyes, and Jenna's darker complexion, with an unruly mop of sandy brown hair. He's wearing a frayed Muse t-shirt: the band he's going to see tonight. About the same height as you, Jared is lean and strong but can't ever seem to gain weight: he ran track in high school, and likes golf and rock climbing.... and also weed and video games. You can't really fault him for that: you still game a lot in your free time even at the age of 38. Jared is holding Tara around the waist from behind. {endif
}His face tells the tale of their mid-afternoon activities. This is a young man who just got done fucking.
"Hey, I got to go get ready for work. Thanks for letting me spend the night, Ms. Jenna!" {if TaraBlackmail = 1
} she shoots her eyes to yours for a brief moment, and her smile changes from innocent to devious. "And thanks to you, too...Mr. S." You can't really do anything but respond politely.{elseif TaraVulnerable = 1
} her eyes find yours, and she gives you the most sincere look of appreciation you've ever seen from her. "And you too, James." You smile back. {if TaraSexLvl <2
} If she's turning over a new leaf, you want to be encouraging.{else
} You aren't sure what will develop between you and this girl, but you can't bring yourself to be cold to her. {endif
}{elseif TaraSFantasy = 1
}You think back on your little fantasy this morning in the shower. She was a fuckable little minx to be sure. You try to dispel the thought as it comes. You're going to get yourself in trouble someday.{else
}{endif
}
"You're welcome, honey. Are you coming back here afterward?" Jenna asks. "We can save some food for you. With everyone here, I don't imagine we'll be going to bed early tonight."
Tara looks back at Jared.
"Jared's not getting home until late."
"That doesn't matter honey! He doesn't have to be here for you to be welcome." Tara smiles.
"You're so sweet Ms. Jenna, thanks."{if Zoe1PlanReveal = 1
}You catch Jenna's eye. She's good... not a single twitch of face or voice betrays her plans. Tara isn't going to know what hit her.{endif
}Tara gives Jared a kiss, perhaps a bit too long given everyone watching, but then she glides away towards the house to leave. Jared saunters down to the pool and plops into a chair.
"Tired, champ?" you look at him sideways. He catches your tone.
"Don't start." he looks around. "Where are Alli and Riley?"
"Hot tub." {if AxRTrouble = 1
} As he rises to go that direction, you point out the bikini tops. "I think that's an invite-only party right now, bud." Jared chuckles and strips off his shirt before jumping in the pool instead. {else
} He strips off his shirt as he heads over to the tub. From the sounds of the girls, he's not unwelcome.{endif
}
A few minutes later, Jack arrives at the pool. He's changed into blue and white boardshorts, but still wears the striped polo he arrived in.
"Sorry about that. I've been up since 5:30 and I needed a little power nap. Perks of getting old, right James?" He grabs a domestic light beer from the cooler. "I swear, the main branch won't stop blowing me up." He puts his phone down near a pool chair and moves over to sit on the edge of the pool behind Karen, who's currently waist-deep in the pool with Jenna. He pulls her in from behind and gives her a kiss, which she reciprocates. {if JennaXJack > 1
} He's avoiding eye contact with Jenna, which is making you chuckle. Perhaps he's feeling a little guilty about the illicit activities with your wife?{endif
}
At around 3:30, you head upstairs to grab the meats, followed by Jenna to grab the salad and veggies and start preparing the meal. Zoe is laid out on the living room couch, half-asleep watching TV. You are glad, at least, that she put down a towel. She's still only wearing a t-shirt and panties. Jack must have gotten an eyeful on his way down. As you're grabbing the proteins, Jared comes inside as well. He's damp but not soaking, and his shirt is on again. He heads over to the living room, pushing Zoe over to sit next to her. After a few seconds, the sounds of a lighter and the unmistakable dank stench of weed fills the common area.
"Come on, you two. Just not out in the living room that's all I ask." Zoe turns and sticks out her tongue at you. "Ok, officer. We'll only pack one bowl." You marvel again at Zoe's comfort at sitting inches from her 19-year-old nephew while wearing essentially panties and a t-shirt.