Episode Three: Hammers

Zack sat petrified as Poppy ran her palm up, down, and sideways on his pajama-clad bulge. One part of the teenage boy did move as his leaning tower raised itself until it met resistance from his pajamas. Showing off her experience in these matters, Poppy deftly unbuttoned the fly on his bottoms with one hand.

Shocked at the new move, Zack fell sideways slightly. His right hand shot out to steady himself. Only that added to the stressful situation as his hand found itself gripping Chloe's upper thigh. The sudden movement also caused the blanket to slip down to Zack's knees. Shooting a dirty look at her best friend for scaring her, Chloe noticed his distressed face. Moving her eyes, the younger redhead swallowed a gasp, right as the older redhead pulled the blanket back over Zack's lap.

Free of its confines, Zack's tower stood tall and proud for all the room to see before the plaid blanket smothered it. Blinking her eyes, Chloe wondered if Passion Peaks had caused her mind to play tricks on her. Still, she knew something happened as Zack's hand continued to grip her thigh.

"Impressive, Little Bishop, most impressive," Poppy whispered into Zack's ear.

The seductive sound of the ginger's voice caused Zack to turn and face Poppy. Immediately, she shook her head, motioning for him to face the television.

"We can't have any hints, okay?" Poppy breathed into his ear, her body pushed up into his side. "If Taylor suspects, then playtime is over."

Zack wanted to ask what she meant by playtime, but Poppy slid back over to sit up straight. Besides, her hand encircling his cock should've been plenty of explanation. Hissing a breath, Zack couldn't believe it as Poppy's hand started to go up and down slowly. Part of him felt like Leon earlier when he wanted a slap to wake him from his dream. The other half didn't care if he'd started daydreaming again. All he wanted was for the hot ginger's hand to never stop.

Chloe opened and closed her mouth several times. She'd witnessed Hannah's equally slutty friend lean into Zack and speak several soft words. The younger redhead also noticed the slight movements under the blanket. Shocked to her core that Poppy would jack off a guy in a room full of people, Chloe also felt mesmerized by the subtle motions.

Up and down, soft and steady, went Poppy's hand. Unbeknownst to both the handjob giver and the handjob receiver, Zack's subconscious had taken over his body functions for the second time during the night. In coordination with Poppy's strokes, Zack's hand caressed his BFF's thigh.

Already aroused by the fictional sexual adventures on the screen, Chloe found Zack's touch soothing. Under any other circumstance, the red-haired teen would've freaked out. Instead, she watched as the topless chiseled chest of one of the construction workers took the spotlight on the show.

Melissa bit her lip as Thor—sorry, Urlik placed another box on her bedroom floor. From her bedroom door, Zoey peeked out, watching as Urlik turned and headed down the hallway. Fanning her face, the redhead giggled as her older cousin remembered her place and attempted to act as if the hot construction worker hadn't affected her.

It had been a long, busy few days for the Baker and Wright households. While Aunt Samantha didn't plan on selling her home yet, Zoey's dad had put theirs up on the market. Shane said there were too many memories of his dead wife within those four walls. Zoey loved recalling her mom in those rooms. It brightened up many a sad day. But her dad often looked as if he'd seen a ghost when a moment from the past hit him.

After taking what they needed, Shane and Zoey moved other items and furniture into Samantha's house. That had been unexpected and only added to the work of moving hours away and up into the mountains. It didn't help that Matt started complaining the moment he realized his bedroom would never fit all his stuff. Samantha finally told him to knock it off as he didn't even need most of his belongings for now anyway. With him and Zoey staying back home to finish school, he wouldn't need to worry about the situation until next summer.

Melissa and Zoey agreed that part of Matt's issue came from jealousy. Having seen the finishing touches on the old servants' quarters, his small apartment over the garage seemed inferior. The only saving grace his place had was the small deck. A detail that he didn't seem too impressed with at the moment.

Sulking, Matt had gone to bed early. Tomorrow would bring another long, busy day. Emma would arrive to help. Also, several other friends of their parents would arrive. They had volunteered to help with the finishing touches on the manor. Those arrivals would also provide a test run as the first non-paying guests of the newly named Baker's Charm, Bed and Breakfast.

"Hey, Ulrik! Do you think when you're done, you could give me a hand? My bed needs to get moved a little," Zoey inquired.

Noticing the attempt at a suggestive tone of voice, Melissa turned her head in time to see Zoey's pouting face and batting eyelashes. The brunette also noted that her younger cousin had changed clothes. Gone were the moving clothes. A lowcut sundress had replaced them.

"I think your bed is just fine where it is, Zoey. Maybe when you turn eighteen later this summer, you can make a change. But I think for a seventeen-year-old, your bedroom looks perfect without Ulrik's help," Melissa stated, emphasizing her cousin's age.

Grunting and shrugging, Ulrik went about his business. With a pissed-off Zoey slamming her door shut, Melissa figured that Ulrik's bulging muscles made up for his limited brainpower.

Chloe felt a flush spreading from her thigh to heart with a heavy emphasis between her legs. That's where Zack's hand approached incrementally with each pass of his caressing hand. Conflicted over her best friend's touch, Chloe's mind screamed at her to put a stop to it. Her body had other plans. Spreading her legs wider, the busty teen no longer cared about covering her breasts and Hannah's borrowed nightie. That heaving bosom managed to free themselves from the plaid blanket.

Pump, pump, pump, and pause. That was the rhythm that Poppy settled on. The experienced redhead had tested out several patterns before deciding on the current one. She wanted Zack primed but not ready to blow anytime soon. Having already made clear that his size impressed her, Poppy also acknowledged that Taylor's brother had staying power. She knew he hadn't dated much, nor was a one-night stand kind of a guy. Still, the ginger couldn't fathom how Hannah had failed to discover such a fine piece of meat right under her nose.

Beyond flustered, Zack found himself entering another of his trance-like visions. In this one, he ripped the blanket off, revealing his cock to the room. Grabbing Poppy by the waist, he threw onto the ground next to Ashley. Ripping her panties off, he spread the teasing ginger's legs and impaled her with his cock. Looking over at a shocked Ashley, Zack grabbed the back of her head, giving the sweet blonde a passionate kiss. With Taylor screaming at him to stop, Zack broke off the kiss. Turning to face his oldest crush, he snarled out a question.

"Do you like what you see?" Poppy asked into his ear, snapping Zack from his fantasy.

"What?"

Shushing Zack, Poppy motioned for him to turn his head to look at Chloe. Doing so, Zack nearly choked on his tongue. His innocent best friend stared with blazing eyes at the TV screen. Soundlessly panting, her large braless breasts heaved up and down. Having snapped out of his daze, Zack realized his fingers were wet. And he discovered the reason why. Panicking, he started to pull his hand out from between Chloe's legs, but her hand shot down to hold it there.

"Ooh, I didn't know you had it in you, Zacky," Poppy stated excitedly. "You've been naughty."

Starting at each other, Zack and Chloe didn't say a word as she pushed his hand back down to her panties.

"Nuh-uh. You should let Little Red have a feel," Poppy whispered. After finishing, she gave a quick survey of the room. Luckily, Thor stripping down to nothing had the attention of all the women in the room. A sculpted ass appeared as he slid into the hot tub.

Turning back to face Zack, Poppy saw him looking at her in disbelief. Rolling her eyes, she repeated her suggestion. However, it now came out as an order.

Chloe fought as Zack pulled his hand away from her soaked panties. When he grabbed her hand, pulling it over towards him, her shock caused her hand to go limp. The younger redhead's body also followed. When her hand met Zack's cock, Chloe gasped not only from the contact with the warm, pulsing member but also from meeting another hand. Leaning forward, Chloe looked past Zack and at Poppy.

"Welcome to the party," Poppy mouthed in the dim light. Her confident grin grew wider as she felt Chloe's timid hand wrapping itself around their now shared cock.

Entirely flummoxed, Zack stared aimlessly at the TV screen as Poppy led Chloe into a joint motion.

Melissa glanced over her shoulder for the umpteenth time. The walk from the screened-in porch to the wooden shed should take less than a minute. Already it had taken four-plus minutes as the eighteen-year-old crept forward.

Having been in the perfect place at the ideal time, Melissa had spotted movement out of the corner of her eye in the small back window. Not used to the woods or men walking around in them, she'd nearly screamed in fright. That swiftly shifted as she spotted Ulrik walking toward the shed. Preferring to think of him as Thor in her head, Melissa almost banged the window in frustration as she lost sight of him.

Recalling what her uncle had said back in the spring, the brunette assumed that Thor had entered the shed to use the hot tub. Unable to fight off the temptation, she slipped on a pair of slippers and quietly snuck down the hall. Zoey didn't need any further increase in her libido, not at her age.

Now standing at the door to the shed, Melissa had second thoughts. She couldn't just walk right in, could she? Walking around the back of the wooden structure, her eyes lit up as she saw a tiny glass window. High up on the wall, it had already started to steam up. Despite her height, the long-legged brunette could barely reach the window, even standing on her toes.

Any thought of going back for an object to use as a stool went out the window after what she saw through the glass pane. The long, dirty-blond hulk of a man sat on a bench, his feet dangling in the warm water. In his hands, Thor held a majestic hammer. Pumping his hands up and down the hammer, Melissa fell backward in shock. Falling onto the ground, she shook off any pain and leaped back up to the window.

It's wasn't a hammer that Thor held, but the biggest, fattest cock that Melissa had ever seen in her life. And that included porn.

Strangely, Zack couldn't fathom how Taylor was on the TV screen watching him jack-off in the hot tub. He thought it weird as their hot tub sat out in the open, not in a shed. Whatever the difference, Zack found himself erupting as Taylor began to touch herself on the screen.

Poppy didn't let up her pumping as she felt the first spurt shoot out. Chloe did. Squeaking as her best friend's spunk landed on her hand, she yanked that hand back. That proved fortunate timing as half the room turned to look at her.

Seeking to distract from her continued stroking, Poppy leaned over and in front of Zack.

"Never seen a guy jerking off before, Little Red?"

Hannah shook her head in disappointment with the shy redhead. On either side of the busty blonde, Jared and Leon found themselves staring at Chloe's breasts in Hannah's borrowed, gossamer nightie. Self-conscious again about her body, Chloe yanked the blanket back up to her neck again. That nearly exposed Poppy's actions, but she'd just finished milking Zack's cock.

"We definitely need to get you laid, girl," Hannah commented.

"Oh, I suspect that she'll jerk off a real-live cock very, very soon," Poppy remarked.

"Leave Chloe alone, both of you," Taylor growled at Poppy and Hannah.

"I'm only speaking the—"

"Would you people shut up?! I'm trying to watch!" Paris screamed.