Midnight Madness, Part 2

Jared knocked on his mother’s door, glancing up and down the hall while he waited for her to answer. When Gabriella Lockett DID answer, she opened the door to reveal she was wearing her pajamas, which in tonight’s case was a sapphire blue lacy nightgown that just about came down to mid-thigh.

“Jared! I thought you were in the theater. Is everything OK?” Gabriella asked worriedly. Sharon had told him he couldn’t reveal to her that this was a dare, so he just nodded.

“Everything’s alright, yeah. I just, uh, well... we’re playing hide and seek throughout the cabin, and I’m going to... hide here, if that’s ok.” Jared said weakly. Gabriella shrugged, and Jared couldn’t help but glance downwards at her breasts as they bounced.

“Where’s Aunt Sarah?” Jared asked as he entered the room his mother shared with Sarah Woodsen.

“She’s off somewhere.” Gabriella shrugged. Jared glanced around the room, and then back at his mother, clad in only that sexy nightgown.

“Can I just say, Mom, that you look fantastic?” Jared spoke up. Gabriella looked touched by Jared’s sentiment. Admittedly, he just about never complimented his mother. She really was a beautiful woman, though.

“Why, thank you, honey.” Gabriella beamed.

“No problem. You really do look good in that nightgown.” Jared said, laying on his charm, “It shows off your gorgeous legs, and your breasts look fantastic.”

Dare completed. Now Jared just had to struggle through the fallout, and he could get back to the theater.

“Wow. Forward much?” Gabriella giggled.

“Sorry. I just, uh, felt like I had to tell you.” Jared said, inching towards the door.

“Hm. Well, I appreciate the comment, but I’m not sure you should be ogling your momma’s breasts.” Gabriella mused.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll, uh, I’ll stop doing it.” Jared promised, still trying to get away. Gabriella reached out and touched his arm, and pointed towards the bed.

Meekly, Jared obeyed.

He plopped down on his mother’s bed. Gabriella put her hands on her hips and stared down at Jared.

“Is... is something wrong, Mom?” Jared asked, nervous.

“I didn’t realize you had a thing for your own mother.” Gabriella said, but she didn’t sound even remotely angry.

“I... well... I mean, you’re very beautiful, Mom.” Jared said weakly, and he stared as Gabriella smirked.

“Glad to hear that, honey. It’s nice to know I can still turn young heads, even if it is my own son’s.” Gabriella smirked.

God, this was unbearably awkward.

“Well, I did see Zack checking you out earlier.” Jared threw his friend under the bus.

“No! Monica’s Zack?” Gabriella gasped. Jared nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. At the lake. It looked like he was enjoying the sight of you in your bikini.” Jared kept going.

Gabriella looked very thoughtful. Her lips curved into a smile, and she glanced at Jared.

“You wouldn’t mind if I pursue Zack, would you?” Gabriella asked innocently, “Or do you want me all to yourself?”

“Mom! Have you... have you been drinking?” Jared asked, shocked at how insane his mother was talking.

Gabriela rolled her eyes.

“Holy shit, Jared, are you kidding me? Do you really think I don’t know this was all a dare?” Gabriella scoffed.

“W-what?” Jared asked.

“C’mon. I know you, Jared. I gotta appreciate your dedication to the dare, but throwing Zack under the bus. That’s damn cold, Jared. I’m proud of you.” Gabriella beamed.

“You’re proud of me?” Jared repeated.

“Yup. Back in the day, I would do anything for a dare. I took Truth or Dare VERY seriously.” Gabriella said, and kissed Jared’s cheek.

“Now, go on back to your game.” Gabriella said fondly, and Jared obeyed, walking out of his mother’s room, still distinctly unsure as to what had just happened.

———

Kurt placed his lips onto Heather’s, and kissed her. He was beyond surprised when she kissed back. Not wanting to give her the chance to back out, Kurt moved swiftly, pushing her up against the wall, and squashing his body firmly against hers, relishing in the feel of her big tits mashing against his chest.

One of his hands stroked Heather’s hip, while the other brushed dark hair out of her face, and then he cupped her cheek, leaning his face more into the kiss.

Kurt and Heather kissed for a good while, until he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and found hers.

Heather pushed him back, not so far back he couldn’t touch her, but too far to kiss her.

“What’s wrong, cuz? You look... flushed.” Kurt grinned.

“You kissed me.” Heather whispered.

“You kissed back.” Kurt took glee in reminding her.

“I... I did. Yeah, but... I shouldn’t have.” Heather said, shaking her head, “I have Zack.”

“What, and you don’t think I’m handsome enough for you?” Kurt murmured, rubbing her cheek. Heather’s head leaned against his palm, and she looked up at him with soulful blue eyes.

“Kurt, you are undoubtedly one of the sexiest men I have ever encountered. But that does not mean I like you.” Heather snapped.

“You think I’m sexy?” Kurt smirked. Heather rolled her eyes, some of her old confidence returning.

“Just about every girl thinks you’re sexy, Kurt. But you’re such a colossal asshole that nobody wants to put up with you.” Heather explained.

“What if I was nicer?” Kurt wondered.

“You’d probably have a gorgeous girlfriend.” Heather said.

“A girlfriend? What about all the other women I want to have sex with?” Kurt asked, aghast.

“That right there is exactly why you won’t be happy in life.” Heather said, and she really pushed Kurt away this time, trying to walk past him, but Kurt grabbed her hand and tugged her in close.

“What if I wanted you to be my girlfriend?” Kurt murmured, his lips millimeters from hers.

Heather locked eyes with him, and she planted a soft kiss on his lips, and then she leaned back, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Heather said, almost sadly, and Kurt let her walk away.

Was she right? Was being a Lothario really going to cost him happiness? Kurt never pictured himself as the kind of guy to settle down, get married, have kids. That was more Zack Bishop’s style.

But Heather was right. He couldn’t keep being some kind of jackass who used and discarded women. He had no plans to settle down, just yet, but one day, he wouldn’t be handsome anymore, and he’d just be miserable and alone.

So, while it was all fun and games for now, getting his pick of sexy women, Kurt began to wonder if maybe he should start looking for a woman he loved.

And then it clicked. Gabriella and Jeff Lockett had an open relationship despite loving each other very much. If Kurt could get him a woman who was ok with him having sex with whoever he wanted, yet still loved him, and he loved her, well, that’d be the best of both worlds. Of course, he’d have to give the currently imaginary woman free rein to have sex with whoever she wanted, but c’mon. Nobody was better than him, anyway.

———

Zack ran his hands along Paris’ hips. The pink pajama short shorts on her and the panties he assumed she wore underneath were the only thing stopping him from seeing his cousin in her naked glory.

Zack kissed her, and her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he pushed her down onto the bed, flopping on top of her. Paris’ fingers moved to pull at the hem of his shirt, and they broke the kiss so that Zack could practically rip off his shirt.

Zack scrambled to his feet, and leaned down to kiss the skin right beneath Paris’ belly button. He loved the soft little sound she made when he did, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the short shorts and the panties she wore, tugging them down her long, beautiful legs.

Paris gasped at the chill, and Zack shamelessly stared at her wet pussy. She hadn't been lying, Zack really was making her wet.

Zack fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down so fast he almost fell over, but he didn’t, and then he tore his boxers down in the same method, and then... he and Paris were both naked.

Paris sat up, and Zack took a second to admire just how strikingly beautiful she was, with her long dark brown hair flowing down in lovely waves, and those enchanting gray-blue eyes that touched Zack’s heart.

He walked forwards, slipping his arms around her as he kissed her softly. They had time for wild, passionate sex. For now, he just wanted to touch her naked body while they kissed.

After all, Paris wasn’t some girl. She was his cousin. He loved her deeply, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed this just as much as he did.

Unlike Chloe, losing her virginity wasn’t a side effect of their first time together. Paris WANTED Zack to take her virginity.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Paris whispered as Zack’s hands trailed slowly across her body.

“I figured I’d work my way up to it.” Zack breathed against Paris’ mouth.

“Don’t. I want you inside me, now. We can cuddle afterwards.” Paris begged.

“You’re the boss.” Zack said, and kissed her full lips, then drew back, setting his hands on her thighs and gently spreading them.

Paris gasped in anticipation as Zack lined himself up to pound his cousin’s pussy. He looked up at her, and she just nodded, too excited to even speak, it seemed.

“Gentle or rough?” Zack asked in a shockingly steady voice.

“Rough.” Paris pleaded, clearly begging for it now. Zack slammed inside Paris, and she moaned in sexy, sexy pleasure.

She threw her arms around his neck, and clung to him tightly while Zack fucked her virgin pussy hard.

He’d broken her hymen in the first thrust, but she’d asked for it rough, and until she gave him the word, he wasn’t going to slow down.

“Ohhh, Zack.” Paris moaned loudly, and despite how stupid it was, Zack couldn’t, no, wouldn’t ask her to quiet down. Paris was a very loud girl during sex, he was rapidly learning, and she had just... just the sexiest moan.

Besides, Robert had put up some decent sound-proofing in every room, so he just had to hope that was enough.

Paris’ nails dug into Zack’s back, and he winced at the feeling, but he also kind of liked it.

Zack kept fucking her, pounding her into the bed while she held onto him tightly, her nails digging deeper.

“Ooh.” Paris cooed after Zack pulled all the way out, and then shoved himself down inside her, bottoming out entirely. Paris threw back her head and moaned her loudest yet, and Zack took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and sucking on it hard enough to leave a hickey.

Just like Paris, leaving the scratches on Zack’s back, Zack was leaving his mark on his cousin.

She was his, and he had no idea why he felt this way, this powerful, all-consuming want for her, but even being buried to the hilt inside her snatch, the want was not sated.

Zack started fucking her harder, pistoning in and out of her, using fast and powerful thrusts.

“Zack! Zack!” Paris screamed.

“Jesus, Par! I’m gonna...” Zack groaned. He bottomed out inside Paris, and he groaned again as he let loose his seed inside his cousin’s unprotected pussy.

———

The feeling of Zack spurting his hot, baby-making seed inside her drove Paris wild. As if his brutal pounding of her formerly virgin pussy wasn’t enough, now the added thrill of knowing Zack could have knocked her up broke her.

Paris orgasmed wildly, her entire body spasming with release as her juices squirted all over Zack’s big, thick cock.

She was glad that Zack was on top, because after that sex, Paris was practically catatonic. She’d orgasmed before a few times when masturbating, but it had never been this powerful.

Zack, breathing hard, adjusted so that he had his hands on her hips, rubbing them.

“Z-Zack. That felt incredible.” Paris whispered. Zack lifted her up and adjusted her so that she laid on the pillows, instead of just flat on the mattress.

Then, to her delight, he climbed on top of her, planting his knees on the outside of her legs, and leaning down to kiss her.

Paris reached up and felt where she’d scratched during their time together.

“Did I hurt you?” Paris whispered, and Zack shook his head.

“No, you didn’t. I mean, it didn’t feel great, but I like knowing you marked my body. That I’m yours.” Zack admitted. He kissed her neck softly.

“Just like how there’s now a hickey on your neck.” Zack smirked, and Paris gasped, her hand flying to her neck.

“You’re mine.” Zack whispered in her ear, and Paris shivered at his words.

She ran a hand down his spine as he kissed her again.

“I love you.” Zack murmured in her ear.

“I love you, too.” Paris sighed happily up at the ceiling as Zack started kissing her neck.

———

Sharon slipped her hand out of her panties. Knowing Zack and Paris had just fucked got her very wet. She glanced at her companion, and Peter Zander flushed when Sharon’s eyes traveled down to his cock, which he’d been jerking as they listened to the euphoric Bishop cousins.

“That was so hot.” Sharon giggled quietly. Peter blinked.

“This was... this was wrong.” Peter said.

“Oh, please. We could’ve been having sex in a closet, if you’d prefer. Mm, or maybe you would. Maybe you want to try out a redhead. After all, what’s Hannah Woodsen really doing for you?” Sharon waggled her eyebrows. Peter scowled and then sucked in a breath when Sharon ran a finger that was wet from her juices across the length of Peter’s cock.

Peter swiftly tucked his cock back into his pants, and fled. Sharon popped the finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

How fun this cabin was shaping out to be.