Reminders to Behave

"Stop your whining! This is going to be fun, Pey."

Peyton closed her eyes for a moment as they climbed the stairs to the cabin's main level. Preferring to take a nap instead, she swallowed her comeback. This is not for Lana and Nate; it's for Finn.

"I mean, even JoJo is down for more fun than you," Lana continued as she stepped on the last stair. "No offense, KO."

"I don't want to do this either, but Jared said we should," JoJo admitted, frowning at Lana's new nickname for her.

"Look, it's cool and all that you got your first dick, but don't start doing whatever the dick's owner says. Be your own woman, Jo, not a sex ****--oh, hey, Mom, Dad!"

"What's my son making you do, sweetie?" Gabby asked in a sharp tone. Next to her, Jeff stared up at the cathedral ceiling.

"N-nothing," the soccer star squeaked.

"Lana, what are you up to" Rachel inquired in her mom voice while placing her glass of wine on the coffee table. Next to her, Clive waited warily for his troublesome daughter's reply.

"Nothing! Gawd, why do you always think the worst of me?!"

"That's a list long enough to fill a book," Peyton muttered, earning a glare and "zip it" from her best friend.

"Finny's had a rough day, and we thought a nice soak in the hot tub could relieve some stress," Lana explained. "But Peyton is more worried about getting her beauty sleep than helping our poor friend."

"That's not so! This was Nate's idea, Mrs. Stratton," Peyton protested. "And you know what happens when Nate and Lana get together with a plan to have fun."

"Yes, we do," Clive replied, meeting eyes with his wife. "I hope you will keep them in line, Peyton."

"Yes, JoJo doesn't need any more ideas besides what my son fills her with--oh, I didn't mean it like that," Gabby denied, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Sure, you didn't," Kimberly remarked with a grin between sips of wine.

"Don't get out of line," Rachel ordered her eldest daughter before turning toward the more responsible one. "Please, keep it tame, Peyton. We don't need another trip to the hospital or pharmacy."

JoJo blushed at the last comment and hurried toward the foyer and the stairs to her room.

"Way to go, Mother," Lana commented, waving her hand after fleeing teenager. "Just announce it to the whole world that JoJo needed the morning-after pill."

"What--I never..."

"Yeah, Rach, let the girl have a little privacy," Gabriela scolded her BFF with a wink at Lana. Kimberly nearly coughed up her wine at the conversation.

"It's okay," Peyton said. "Skye's joining us too. So that should give us another responsible adult."

"I hope not. She totall--hey!"

"C'mon, Lan. Let's go get changed," Peyton ordered, already pulling her friend toward the hallway.

They were nearly halfway down the hall when the door to the den opened. Peyton stopped dragging Lana, who slammed right into her from behind.

"The hell!" bitched the redhead.

"Is everything alright, girls?" Bridget quietly asked, pulling the door shut behind her.

"We're fine, Mom. How's Sean?" Peyton replied.

"Your daughter is getting bossy," grumbled Lana.

Bridget gave the two college girls a quick rundown about Sean's condition. She informed them that he was awake, more his usual self, and aware of his surroundings. He would be switching over to a different **** to help relieve the pain.

"No more Fun Sean?!" Lana whined. "But I wanted to see more!"

"No, Loopy Sean will be over shortly. However, the new painkiller does cause drowsiness, so it might be Sleepy Sean for a while," Bridget stated, barely able to not roll her eyes at Lana's primary concern.

"That's good. He's said some embarrassing stuff, you know," Peyton remarked, recalling his comments about her ass.

"Yes, I witnessed far more of those than you did. I'm sure that the hospital staff will be teasing me about that for the next year," Bridget replied, now rolling her eyes. "However, your brother doesn't remember saying that stuff."

"He doesn't remember?!" Peyton and Lana simultaneously gasped.

"Sean's having difficulty separating his dreams from what really happened. At the moment, he believes that his time at Harvey's mansion was a dream."

"No way! Oh, this opens up the possibility for different levels of fun," Lana schemed, rubbing her hands together like a cartoon villain.

"Lana," Bridget said slowly and sternly. "There will be no teasing of Sean for right now."

"Aw, come on!"

"I mean it. Do I have to talk to your mother?" Bridget inquired.

"No, I'll behave...for now." Then, reverting back to her younger self, Lana kicked the wooden floor in disappointment.

"Can I see Sean?" Peyton questioned.

"Hey, I want to see him too!" Lana complained.

"No. Please give him some space for right now. He just started to read a novel that Newt grabbed from his bunk." Seeing her daughter's look of disappointment, she continued. "Now, what are you two up to?"

"We're going to try and cheer up Finny by taking him out to the hot tub," Lana eagerly explained. "Although your daughter isn't very keen on the idea."

"It's Nate's idea," Peyton mumbled.

"That's a wonderful idea! Finn needs a distraction. Not only has his father gone off the deep end today, but it's still the anniversary of his mother's ****. You should be more helpful, honey," Bridget responded.

"Yeah, Pey, listen to your mother."

"I know, Mom, but I'm tired. It's been a long day. I didn't sleep much last."

"I understand, I do. In fact, I'm going to go take a nice hot bath before I go to bed. I feel worn out," Bridget revealed. "Doing the same in the hot tub with your friends might be what you need."

"A bath?! Why don't you join us, Mrs. Tarver? Finny would love for you to stop by for a quick dip," Lana cheerfully suggested, her mind filled with fun ideas.

"That does sound nice, but I need some peace and quiet. It's been a couple of hectic days. But you two do your thing and make Finn feel better. I know you have it in you," Bridget said, recalling how the two girls once brought Finn out of his depression.

"Aw, come on, Bridget! Come with us. Hey, I'm sure one of those handsome young studs would love to give you a massage to ease away your tension," the redhead cajoled with a wink.

"Lana!"

"What? Geez, get your mind out of the gutter, Pey. Your mother is a married woman. I would never suggest something like that," Lana protested. "I tell you, Mrs. Tarver, you raised one dirty-minded daughter."

"Did I really? Oh, I'm only teasing, honey." Bridget patted her upset daughter's arm. "How about you girls peek in on Sean after your hot tub fun? I'm going to have him take his new painkiller after my bath, so he might be knocked out by then. But if he's not, you can see if he needs anything."

"Sure! Sean does seem to get knocked out easily."

"I'll be happy to check on MY brother, Mom," Peyton responded, glaring at her BFF. She did not want her mom to hear about what JoJo did earlier. The poor girl already felt guilty and embarrassed enough.

"Okay, I'm off." Bridget took a couple of steps down the hall but halted to look over her shoulder. "Please do your best to get Finn's mind off of everything."

"Don't worry, I have a plan," Lana promised.

Neither Tarver had a comeback for that troubling promise. Bridget turned at the corner and disappeared from sight while Peyton finished the last few steps and opened the master suite's door. Walking in, she abruptly stopped.

Sitting on the California king-sized bed were a crying Lacey and Ramsey.

"I'm so sorry, Ram."

"No, I'm the one that should be sorry, Lace."

"No, I shouldn't have blamed you," Lacey cried, lunging forward to hug her friend.

Peyton stood quietly, watching the two friends make up. A combination of sadness and joy at the scene on the bed glistened her eyes. This is a private moment between best friends. Maybe we better come back in a few minutes.

"Great. It's a fucking funeral in here," Lana remarked from over Peyton's shoulder. "Hey, you two want to stop crying and have some fun instead?"

"Let them talk," Peyton insisted.

"Huh?" Lacey asked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"We're going to cheer up Finny. Hot tub, bikinis, and liquor. You two down?" Lana questioned, moving further into the room.

"Oh, gawd, no!" Ramsey moaned, recalling her last drunken hot tub time.

"Uh, I would love to help cheer Finn up, but I think Rammy and I need to talk some more," Lacey said, feeling a slight tug to join the others.

"If you change your mind, then you know where to find us." Lana pulled open the dresser drawer where she had unpacked some of her clothes into. "Hmm, should I stick with the red one or switch to the blue?"

"I don't care. I'm sticking with the only one I brought," Peyton replied, pulling out her black bikini from a different drawer. Its sporty crossback top covered a lot of skin, unlike her friend's red bandeau top.

"Oh, Pey, haven't you learned anything after all these years," Lana commented, sending shivers of fear down Peyton's spine. "I made sure to pack one of your other bikinis. I packed your moneymaker one."

"No! Put that away!"

"Moneymaker? What's that?" Lacey asked from the bed, unable to hold back her curiosity.

"Oh, it's the one I made Peyton buy last year when we went to Cancun for spring break. Let's say it leaves very little tan-lines," Lana said at the exact moment she held up two tiny pieces of white fabric. "Time to shake it up."

"No, no, no! I'm not wearing that."

"Don't be a pussy...wait, can you see your pussy in this thing?" Lana lifted up the bottom of the string bikini to peer at it.

"That. Thing. Is. A. Swimsuit?" Ramsey slowly asked, her eyes growing larger with each word.

"Yep. I don't see what the big deal is. I have plenty of bikinis like this one," Lana stated.

"No, she's right. She does have a bunch like that," Lacey agreed.

"You're not defending that...thing?!" Ramsey exclaimed in shock.

"It's not that big of a deal." Lacey shrugged.

"Right there! See, Pey, right there! Lacey agrees with me. Put it on!" Lana cheered, tossing the garments at her bestie.

"Lacey!" Peyton shrieked in horror.

"It's not like you haven't worn it before. I've seen the pictures."

"Pictures?! What pictures?!" Peyton screeched, turning her head from the younger Stratton to the older one.

"I had to get a few shots secretly. Or else no one would've ever believed me," Lana stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh. My. GAWD!!! Please tell me you didn't show them to anyone else!"

"Um, well, let's see...Poppy wouldn't believe me, so she saw them. Then Priscilla too, and then I think Poppy showed her copies to Indigo. She wanted to prove that you could be a better model than the great, narcissistic Indigo Toye."

"Her copies?! What the hell do you--"

"I think she showed them to Reece too. You know he has that thing for you. And maybe Prissy showed them to Merry--"

"Oh, my gawd," Peyton groaned into the hands that now covered her face.

"And I definitely showed them to some of Trevor's friends after you guys broke up. They needed to see what a dumbass he was to let you go."

"Damn you, Lana!" Peyton screamed, marching into the bathroom while still clutching the white bikini.

"So, you're going to wear it?" Lana called after her.

"I might as fucking well! Everyone already seems to have seen me in it!" Peyton shot back, slamming the bathroom door.

"See, girls," Lana said, turning back to Lacey and Ramsey. "That's how you loosen up your best friend."

Two pale, perky globes of flesh stared at Bridget after she opened the door to her room. Her mind instantly transported her back in time to two nights previously, when she feasted on those wondrous mounds of teenage perfection. The older woman felt the beckoning of those rigid nipples as she slowly took another and another step into the room.

"Mrs. Tarver!" JoJo screeched when she saw her best friend's mother standing in the open doorway. "Close the door!"

"Oh, sorry," Bridget apologized, snapping out her fantasy. She hurriedly shut the door and leaned against it for a moment as she breathed deeply. Don't think of her like that! It was a one-time thing. And you already screwed her up, Bridget.

Silence filled the room except for Bridget's heavy breathing as she leaned her forehead against the door.

"Um, I'm sorry for yelling, Mrs. Tarver," JoJo meekly apologized. "I didn't want anyone else to see me naked. I don't mind if you do."

Urging herself to maintain her composure, Bridget turned around to see JoJo still topless. Despite every intention, her eyes dropped down to focus on those majestic breasts. Biting her lip, the married doctor **** herself to raise her attention back to the freckled face of the girl from next door.

"JoJo, there is no need to apologize. I should've slammed the door shut the moment I saw you were changing. I see you're joining Peyton and Lana in the hot tub."

"Jared wants to."

"Oh, I see. Uh, have you taken your pill yet?"

"I'm waiting until I go to bed. I, uh, just feel more comfortable doing it then," JoJo blushed, looking at her feet.

"Please, it's important that you don't forget. You understand that, right?" Bridget checked, dipping her head to catch JoJo's attention.

"I know, I know. I don't want to be a mommy yet," the brunette mumbled.

"Now, don't go and have too much fun in the hot tub either," Bridget warned, reaching over to grab the green and brown polka dot bikini top. Handing it over to JoJo, she praised the look. "This works wonderfully with your hair and skin. It seems so wrong for Whitney. She really must buy her bikinis in bulk."

That comment caused a giggle fit from the adorable teen. Bridget laughed, too, as she moved over to grab her sleepwear. Finished changing, JoJo grabbed one of the fluffy, white bathrobes that the Diamonds provided. She quizzically watched the older woman's movements.

"I'm going to take a badly needed hot bath," Bridget explained, noticing the unasked question. "My whole body is sore from sleeping in that hospital chair last night."

"Is Sean alright?"

"Yes, he's awake now and reading. Newt's with him. Um, if you see him, don't bring up any of the craziness from earlier today. His memory is sketchy right now."

"It is? Whew! Uh, I mean, that's a relief for him," JoJo added, praying that her best friend didn't remember her action from earlier. "I think I'll wait until tomorrow to check on him again."

"That's probably for the best. He's going to take his new pain reliever after I'm finished with my bath. Most likely, it will put him right to sleep." Finished gathering her things, Bridget started toward the bathroom. "Remember, don't--"

"I know. Don't play with Jared's cock. I mean, don't get wild!" JoJo corrected, blushing at her choice of words.

"JoJo," Bridget warned.

"But it's so big and yummy!" her next-door neighbor whined.

"Jo, if you can't behave, you'll have to go back home," Bridget threatened, even if she didn't mean it.

"What?! I'll behave, I'll behave!" she swore, backing up toward the door. "I promise," JoJo added as she rushed out of the room.

"Dammit, Bridget, you unleashed a sex fiend," she muttered, her mind flashing back to the words big and yummy that JoJo used to describe Jared's cock. Squeezing her thighs together, Bridget moaned as she darted into the bathroom.