Bon Voyage

"Keep an eye on my girls," Sarah Woodsen said, wrapping Zack up in a smothering hug.

The big-titted MILF was the last in a series of hugs that the teen had endured in the last few minutes as the departing vacationers said their goodbyes. Lately, Zack's brain and dick would've reacted to the multiple breasts getting pushed into his chest or to the parting kisses on the cheeks. The two Locketts' lips had taken it a step further by landing their lips on his. Under the circumstances, Zack barely registered the attention. Instead, embarrassment consumed his mind.

Monica's comment in the house ten minutes earlier had brought back to the forefront a humiliating moment three weeks prior. With both of his parents at the hospital and Taylor headed to the beach, Zack had decided to take advantage of the empty house. Sprawled out on his bed with a bottle of hand lotion and a box of tissues, the teen found himself in the middle of a fantasy featuring Poppy Dufor and Hannah. It wasn't a hard choice to settle on those two sexy twenty-year-olds as the two girls had just been at the house to pick up Taylor. Unlike his dressed sister, the redheaded and blonde bombshells flaunted their bodies in only bikini tops and tiny jean shorts.

In his current fantasy, Zack had found himself invited to join the older girls and their friends at the beach. As he'd laid on the beach, time had gone by, and so had his sisters' friends. Curious as to where everyone went, he'd gone off looking for them. Strangely, Zack had discovered the beach had lifeguard huts that he'd never seen before. A noise echoing inside led to him walking up the ramp and noticing that the door stood slightly ajar. Peeking inside, Zack found a fantastic sight: Hannah and Poppy locked in a 69.

Events had spiraled swiftly as Hannah lifted her dripping mouth from Poppy's bare twat. Within seconds the two slutty girls had Zack's swim trunks down and his cock and balls in their mouths. Eventually, the fantasy neared its conclusion, with Zack powering into Hannah from behind as she ate Poppy. Screaming for Hannah to take his seed, Zack's eyes snapped open as a gasp filled his room along with ropes of cum.

Looking over at his door as more spurts of spunk launched into the air, Zack saw his mother standing in the doorway. Monica's hand might have covered her mouth, but her son could still make out a shocked expression on her face.

"Mom! Get out!" he'd screamed after gathering his wits. Scrambling, Zack leaned over to find the sheet that he'd kicked to the floor.

"I...lunch...home," Monica had stammered before stepping back and closing the door.

For the next day and a half, Zack had managed to avoid his mom. Sleeping over at Leon's that night had helped. But ever the good mother, Monica felt the need to address the incident. To Zack's horror, she'd done so in the kitchen with Taylor upstairs in her room.

The conversation proved even worse than Zack expected. Monica had said the usual line about how it was perfectly normal to self-pleasure. And she apologized for walking into his room after not receiving an answer to her knock. Mumbling that it wasn't a big deal, Zack had attempted to leave the kitchen, but Monica had blocked him. Rambling on, she'd explained that she didn't want him scarred for life over the event. Nor did she want him to stop masturbating. His mother stated that it was perfectly normal a second time, and everyone did it, including herself. Turning around, Zack once again attempted to leave the kitchen through a different route. Rather than let him walk away, his mother had followed him all the way to the basement door. She'd said that Hannah and Poppy were both attractive young women and that she didn't blame him at all for fantasizing about them. The only positive from the beyond awkward conversation happened when his mother didn't follow Zack downstairs.

Ever since then, Zack prayed that subject would never be mentioned again for the rest of his life. Only in the last few days had the fear of it getting brought back up faded. That was until today and the thirty-six pack box of condoms.

"Earth to Zack," Mrs. Woodsen said, snapping the teenager out of his funk.

"Wha—Oh, sorry, I, uh..."

"Zoned out?" Sarah chuckled. "I hope it's not fear of Hannah. Just between you and me, I told her to back off on the teasing week. I hope that helps, honey."

"Um, thanks," Zack responded as his recent fantasy subject pecked his cheek. He watched as she walked over to the street.

Parked next to the curb, the long, SUV-style limousine filled up with his parents and their friends. Zack silently said a thank you that his offer to drive his parents to the airport hadn't been accepted. With four couples, a plus one in Julianna, and a crapload of luggage, the vacation planners had decided it would take three cars to transport everyone. With one last wave, the limo began the process of turning around in the cul-de-sac.

"Dude, this is going to be legendary!"

Zack flinched at the loud voice in his ear. Turning his head, he saw the beaming face of his friend and neighbor, Leon Griffin. Leon appeared ready to burst at the excitement he felt.

"Man, you're going to have both Woodsen sisters living in the same house as you. Imagine the nakedness that you're going to see. I bet Hannah's secretly a nudist. She probably walks around nude in her apartment, just ready to fuck at a moment's notice. Wait...that means that Taylor is also a nudist in their apart—"

"Taylor and Hannah are not nudists," Zack stated in annoyance.

"How can you be so sure? Huh?" Only getting a headshake in response, Leon continued, "See, this is why you needed to buy and set up spy cameras throughout the house. Then you could see Hannah's glorious tits and Ashley's sweet ass."

"Leon, I told you four times that the answer is no."

"Six. You told me no six times."

"Then why do you keep on bringing it up. I'm not going to change my mind," Zack sighed.

"I get that you don't want to spend the loot. I am, so I ordered a set of the Spectre 5000 spy cameras. I figure we can set them—"

"You what?!" Zack hissed at his friend. Glancing around hurriedly, he grabbed Leon's arm and dragged him to the front porch. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"I'm the one who's using his brain."

"No, you're not. Not only is it wrong. It's disrespectful to Hannah and Ashley," Zack explained before wiping his face with his hand. "And it's also a crime."

"Holy shit, you're totally right. Seeing them on camera would be a crime. Hannah, Ashley, and...whatever, have to be seen in person. That means we'll need to take turns hiding in their closets. Don't worry, I also ordered these awesome earpieces with the cameras so we can communicate."

"Stop. Just stop." Zack now pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache started. "I'm not doing any of that. And unless you promise not to, I'm not even letting you into my house for the next week. So give me your word."

"Aw, c'mon, Zack. Help a brother out. I need to see tits. If I don't, I'm going to explode. You don't know how hard it is to still be a virgin," Leon complained. "Not that you helped me last time."

"How is your virgin status my fault?"

"Lisa's got a hot best friend. I'm your best friend."

"Chloe's my best friend."

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Leon brushed off. "You're supposed to hook your boy up. A double-date with a pair of best friends is what always happens in a movie."

"What also happens in movies and real life is that Lisa's best friend, Madison, also happens to have a brother. A very protective brother named Brandon, who also happens to play football and can easily kick your ass."

"I ain't afraid of Brandon," Leon dismissed verbally and with a hand wave. "No one scares Leon Griffin."

"Didn't you run away screaming from Chance Wynwick like three years ago?"

"Whoa! Don't you dare bring that up. Chance is creepy as fuck. The dude's going to have one of those Netflix **** documentaries about him someday. I'm serious!"

"What's the problem here?" Jared asked, walking over with a duffel bag in each arm.

"Aah!" Leon screamed, drawing attention from everyone out front. "Don't creep up on people, Jared."

"What's his problem?" Jared directed at Zack, ignoring Leon.

"Still a virgin."

"Ah, I see. Hey, bro, don't sweat it. Lots of guys are late bloomers. I'm sure you'll find that special girl your freshman or sophomore year of college," Jared stated, slapping Leon's shoulder.

"Not until college?! I can't wait another year! I can't wait another week!" Leon exclaimed.

"Oh, I thought you wanted to wait until you had a girlfriend. If you just want to get laid, I'm sure there are some easy girls at your school. I bet Zack or Ashley would know who to ask," Jared suggested.

"He already tried all of them," Zack revealed, not able to hide his grin.

"Way to tell the whole world!"

"What happened?" Jared ignored Leon again by asking Zack.

"Look at him. He came across as too needy."

"Needy?! Damn right, I'm needy," Leon grumbled.

"Leon! Why don't you come home for a little bit?" Harmony Wright suggested from the middle of the street to her son. "Jared and the girls need to get unpacked and settled in. They don't need you bothering them."

"I'm not bothering anyone!"

"Doesn't look like it to me," the beautiful blonde mother replied in her math teacher voice.

"I'm fine over here."

"No, you're not. Get home!" Harmony gestured to their house.

"You're the one bothering everyone, Mom."

"That's it, young man. Either get your butt home right this instant, or I'll swat it in front of all your friends," Harmony growled.

"Jesus, Mom. What got up your butt?" Leon questioned, but he'd already started walking home. "I'll see you guys later."

Zack and Jared shared a chuckle as the girls entered the Bishop home through the garage.

"I've seen that look on a few of my teammates. Leon's going to have a meltdown. He'll get caught spying in the girl's locker room. Or masturbating by his mom," Jared joked, not catching Zack's face turn paler. "So, which room is mine?"

Zack led Jared into his house, down the hall, until they entered the home office. Walking over to a leather couch, Zack patted its top and leaned over to show how the pullout bed worked.

"I know how the couch works. I've slept in here a couple of times," Jared reminded his host. "It's not as comfy as the Woodsens' couch."

"Right, sorry. And I'm sorry that you got stuck in here. Hannah and Ashley got the guest rooms."

Jared walked over and shut the door. "Speaking of Ashley, what's the scoop on her friends?"

"Huh?"

"C'mon, Zack, you gotta give me the lowdown on Ashley's hot friends. I've seen them on her social media pages. Considering how many of them look great, I figure a couple gotta be down for a fling with a visiting guest like me."

"You want to hook up with Ashley's friends?" Zack asked in shock.

"Don't you? I thought I had a fine prospect when you dated that Lisa chick. That pretty brunette friend of hers definitely flew onto my radar, but then you went and broke up. That means we need new options to double-date," Jared explained.

"Double-date? Lisa's friend? You sound like Leon," Zack remarked, shaking his head.

"Difference between Leon and me is that I got experience and game," Jared stated confidently. "And don't give me that look. I bet you're going stir crazy since the breakup. Once you get the taste for sex, you don't look back."

"Well, I have been having issues with fantasies," Zack admitted begrudgingly. "I guess we could ask Ashley to play matchmaker or a version of it."

"That's the spirit," Jared remarked cheerfully. Fist bumping Zack, he asked the second-most important question on his mind. "What night is Hannah throwing a party?"