The Yummies

"You skipped a trip to the hot springs? That place is amazing," Nate stared at Jared as if he were crazy.

They, along with Finn, sat in the rectangular hot tub waiting for the girls. Jared sat at the short end closest to the door with Nate opposite him. Finn quietly lounged on the longer side, in front of the bank of windows, lost in thought.

"I stayed behind as Ramsey wanted to interview me for her school paper," Jared replied, recalling the event and his feelings for the strawberry blonde that felt as if they had happened months ago. Was it only a few days ago? It seems like so much has happened with JoJo and me, Whitney and Sean, and Mr. Singer.

"Interview? You don't go to her school."

"My football team knocked them out of the semi-finals of the state playoffs," Jared explained, puffing out his chest a bit.

"Oh, damn! I bet got that Lacey's boyfriend all upset with you," Nate conjectured. His mom tried to keep up to date as much as possible on the lives of her friends and their children in Honey Hollow. Moving to Hawaii had its benefits, but Tinsley dearly missed her old friends. In addition, Nate's little sisters had quite an obsessive crush on Jared, which demanded updates on his life.

"Yeah, later that afternoon, we got in a fight."

"A fight? Dammit, I wished I'd seen that," Nate commented. He never saw a problem that a punch couldn't resolve. "You take him?"

"It was back and forth until Mrs. Tarver arrived and broke it up," Jared revealed but kept secret the exact reason why the fight broke out. The other guy would likely find out, but Jared didn't want to bring it up if he didn't need to. "I'm grounded for most of next month once we go home."

"Ah, I've been there too, man," Nate nodded, glancing over at Finn. Noticing how his childhood friend stared off into space, he frowned and attempted to get Finn into the conversation. "This one here, I used to get into scraps all the time for. If somebody treated Finn wrong, I made them apologize. Right?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess," Finn replied, not sure over what.

The door opening, along with its accompanying blast of cold air, ended the conversation over fights. Jared perked up while Nate sat up straighter as Skye walked in wearing a short, thin satin robe in powder blue. Shivering, she slammed the door shut behind her. The tiny, flimsy fabric did little to hide her fantastic curves.

"I couldn't find what happened to mine," the gorgeous brunette said, nodding to the pile of white, fluffy robes. "It's too cold for this one."

"It suits you nicely," Nate complimented. Jared nodded vigorously while Finn **** a smile at his father's ex-girlfriend.

"Thank you," Skye replied, climbing the couple of stairs onto the platform. "How's the water?" she inquired, noticing the air in the lower sunroom still felt cool.

"Good. What you got there?" Nate asked, noticing the bottle in her hand.

"Peppermint Schnapps."

"Schnapps?! That's for girls--no, that's cool! It reminds me of my high school days," Nate changed course, realizing he would be an idiot to deny a sexy woman whatever she wanted to drink. Across the hot tub, Jared nodded at Nate's change of mind. Finn appeared disinterested in anything.

Skye nodded with a smile at the comment about high school while she untied the robe's belt. Moving her shoulders, the powder blue garment slid off, exposing her sexy bikini-clad figure. Three pairs of eyes went up and down, taking in the off-shoulder, blue and white checkered bikini. Her momentarily walk in the cold air showed as her hard nipples poked through the swimsuit.

As the only one who hadn't seen it before, Nate gulped in awe at the drool-inducing figure. Paying attention to her C-cup breasts, at first, his eyes traveled down to study the tight ass when Skye stepped into the water. Both his and Jared's eyes zeroed in on the ties on each of her hips, praying that one was loose. Feeling their attention, Skye grinned to herself and waded to sit next to Finn, on the side closer to Jared.

"Is it okay to sit here?" the brunette with blonde highlights asked her ex-boyfriend's son. She bit her lip, afraid that he might partly blame her for his father's meltdown.

"Yeah, it's all yours," Finn responded politely.

"I don't know whether or not to be impressed with your pops or disgusted with him," Nate stage-whispered to Finn, earning a confused look in return. "Your dad dated HER and then broke up with HER."

"Nate, I don't think Skye wants to talk about that," Finn stated, glancing over at her in concern. His fears were confirmed as she saw her sad, worried face and misinterpreted the reason.

"Why not? She's way too good for your old man." Nate waved his hand in Skye's direction.

"Nate--"

"No, it's fine, Finn. I need to move on from your father. Clearly, he didn't care for me as I did for him," Skye reassured the son, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "And thank you for the compliment, Nathan."

"It's Nate...but you can call me whatever you want."

Finn rolled his eyes at his old friend's starstruck comment. Some distance away, Jared placed his hand over his mouth to hide his laughter.

"Thank gawd that I don't have balls! It's so cold out that they would freeze off," Lana complained through chattering teeth as she announced her arrival. Peyton and JoJo scrambled inside behind her, with the older girl slamming the door shut. All the new arrivals wore the white, fluffy robes provided by Mr. Diamond. Lana noticed the difference in Sky's thin powder blue robe. "You wore that?"

"I couldn't find my other one."

"Shit, you might be even crazier than me," Lana remarked, rubbing her hands along her robe-covered arms. "I hope that space heater is working tonight."

"My dad fixed it yesterday," Jared informed everyone. "He said it will last for several more weeks. If he said that, then it will."

"Good, the temperature plummeted last time when it broke in here," Peyton reminded everyone but Nate, who hadn't arrived yet.

"Hey, is that Schnapps?" Lana asked, seeing the bottle on the deck behind Skye.

"Peppermint," Skye replied.

"We think alike; I brought butterscotch!" Lana exclaimed joyfully, holding up the bottle of Schnapps in her hand. "I knew I liked you, girl."

"I like the way you girls think," Nate stated, leaning far over to nudge Finn in the side. Jared eagerly nodded.

"I hope you like my bikini," Lana teased, untying the robe's belt.

"I'd never dislike any--whoa!" Nate started to reassure her until the white, fluffy robe dropped to the deck.

"You like?" Lana questioned, preening for a moment.

Lana wore a red, strapless bandeau-style bikini with a knotted front. The tiny top barely covered her large D-cups, leaving a significant upper portion exposed. Nate wondered if the knot in front came loose would her big tits bounce out to freedom. The ginger's bikini bottoms didn't have much material either. Flashing a knowing smirk at his attention, Lana slowly stepped into the water with a coo at its warmth.

"I could never not love your choices, Lanana," Nate declared.

Lana surprised everyone by plopping onto his lap and issuing her partner-in-crime a soft kiss on the lips.

"I missed you, Smurfie," she said, placing her head on his shoulder.

"Me too. And I bet Jared over there is jealous that he's the only guy in the tub that hasn't kissed you," Nate joked.

Jared blushed. He had been thinking impure thoughts about Lana. Not kissing her but stripping the buxom redhead and fulfilling his long-held dream of banging her. Realizing what he had daydreamed, a sick feeling hit his stomach, causing Jared to check on JoJo's mood. The usually shy brunette appeared to find the teasing of her first lover to be amusing.

"No, I have someone more special to kiss." Jared held his hand out to JoJo.

Blushing once again at the compliment, JoJo took a deep breath and joined Lana in dropping her robe. Holding her head high, the athletic teen took a couple of steps toward the hot tub. Having to look down to see where she stepped into the tub, JoJo's bravery fell apart, and she raced to climb in. Wading through the hot water, she slid next to Jared and kissed him on the cheek.

"I..wha...damn, I feel old and in some alternate reality," Nate mumbled.

"Why?" Lana inquired with a grin.

"Because little JoJo grew up to have breasts and big ones! It's not right," Nate muttered.

"That's what little girls do," the redhead laughed, slightly sinisterly. "Wait until Natalie and Noelle get even bigger."

"What the hell?! Are you trying to ruin my fun?" Nate reacted with a dirty look at Lana, one that even **** a laugh out of Finn.

"If you add in us girls, then only JoJo joins Jared as those that have yet to kiss Lana," Skye informed their new guest.

"Only JoJo--no way!" Nate's eyes went wide as they raced back and forth from Skye to Lana to Peyton and finally back to Lana. The vixen on his lap giggled and nodded.

"Yessiree, Peyton finally succumbed to my charms. I bet you're kicking yourself for not getting here soon."

"Stupid birthday for my bratty sisters," Nate grumbled over the reason he couldn't arrive sooner.

Everyone in the lower sunroom laughed except for Peyton. The blonde stood on the deck, nervously playing with the belt of her robe. Eventually, JoJo asked if anything was wrong.

"Oh, don't worry about her. Peyton's just waiting for the spotlight to shine when she reveals her swimsuit," Lana responded to JoJo. Glancing back at Nate, she added, "Peyton's turned into quite the exhibitionist since you last saw her."

"I have not! Stop making crap up."

"Then why are you teasing everyone by waiting for the big reveal," Lana pressed. "Wait until you see her bikini. If I wore the same, it would be obscene," she continued to hype up Peyton's outfit to Nate.

"If you wore the same?! You have like four of them!" Peyton looked down at Nate in the tub. "And she's the one that **** me to buy it last spring break in Cancun."

"Wait; what?!" Finn exclaimed, jolted out of his funk. "You're wearing that one?"

"Lana brought it with her," Peyton grumpily explained, folding her arms. "She goaded me into wearing it. Apparently, she's passed around pictures of me in it to like everyone."

"I never saw any pictures!" Nate revealed, glaring at Lana.

"You believed that?" Lana questioned, cracking a smile.

"You didn't? But...damn you, Lana Rose Stratton!" Peyton screeched, unfolding her arms and jabbing a finger in that air at her.

"I mean, I did show Poppy. And, of course, Trevor's friends. Trevor so deserved it," Lana clarified, causing Peyton to take deep breaths to control her anger.

"Uh, maybe you should go change, Peyton," Finn suggested.

"Have you seen it?" Nate asked the other guy.

"Yeah. I was there on the trip. I mean, it's not bad," Finn started, scratching his head in thought over the best way to explain. "On most girls, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Peyton usually doesn't show so much skin."

"Exactly!" Peyton and Lana exclaimed at the same time. The two best friends glared at each other for opposite reasons.

"Come on, Pey. Let's get the show on the road," Nate said, motioning his hand at the robe.

"Yeah, let's go, bestie! You did wear it out here for a reason."

"That's because you said everyone else had seen it!" Peyton snapped. "I can't believe you lied to me."

"I'm trying to loosen you up. A little white lie for a little white bikini."

While Peyton breathed deeply, fighting the urge to attack her friend, JoJo surprised everyone in the room.

"Uh, I think you should just do it, Peyton."

"JoJo!"

"Alright, JoJo!"

"Shut your trap, Barbie!"

"Ooh! Are you planning on cosplaying Barbie again?" Nate asked Lana with excitement shining in his eyes.

"Um, I'm not being mean, Peyton," JoJo clarified nervously before plunging ahead. "I've dealt with body issues for years. You know that more than most because you've encouraged me to overcome them. I resisted until this trip. And I still would be if it wasn't for Whitney and your mom, especially your mom. I'm not magically over it, but I feel better."

Jared put his arm around JoJo's shoulder and gave her a comforting squeeze. Skye nodded with a big smile.

"Maybe even someday, you'll want to take some pictures with me, JoJo," the wannabe model suggested warmly. "I'd be happy to help. And I bet Jared wouldn't be the only guy to love what he sees."

"Hey! You haven't asked me to do modeling," Lana complained.

"Modeling?!" Nate asked in surprise and confusion.

"It's only for social media. I'm not much of a model yet," Skye explained humbly.

"Social media? Uh, what's your last name again?" Nate inquired, hoping to do an internet search.

"Screw this," snapped Peyton.

The white, fluffy robe dropped to the deck, pooling at the blonde's feet. The move revealed to everyone the white string bikini. The white triangle top featured a ribbed texture, which offered not only a wealth of cleavage but also exposed a significant portion of her breasts in the center. Closing her eyes and sighing, Peyton did a slow twirl. Long, charm-tipped ties helped exaggerate the bikini at her neck, back, and hips. The white bottoms offered minimal coverage, showcasing her fantastically firm ass with a sassy lettuce-back detail.

"Happy now?" Peyton spat at her best friend after finishing her twirl.

"Judging by the jaws dropping, I am."

"You're getting awfully hard," JoJo whispered into Jared's ear while brushing her hand past the growing underwater bulge.

"Good. Lord," Nate whispered. "Marry me."

"Hey, what about--" Lana started to complain, but Nate dumped her off his lap and into the water. "Nate!"

Peyton laughed as her friend's head popped back out of the water, complaining about her hair getting soaked. But, that laughter didn't last long as a hand reached up, grabbed her, and yanked. Peyton flew forward as she spun around, landing hard onto Nate's lap.

"Nate!"

"Don't worry; I got you."

"Let me go!"

"Nope. I want some quality, close-up time with my childhood tormentor," Nate informed her, firmly wrapping his arms around Peyton.

"Tormentor? I was trying to keep you from getting in trouble!" Peyton squealed as she felt his hard cock brush against her leg.

"My mom used to say the same thing. She said it showed that you cared, but I didn't understand that back then. Now, I do."

"Meanie!" Lana screeched, splashing water at both Nate and Peyton. "Asshole!"

"Sorry, Lans, I guess you're back to being my mistress. Unless you want to marry Finn. Then we can be a swinging foursome," Nate cracked.

Taking his comment to heart, Lana mimicked Peyton's position by climbing onto Finn's lap, despite his protests.

"Shut it, Finley! I need to feel loved," Lana sternly warned him.

"Now, I feel left out," Skye jokingly complained, noting that she had no partner.

Lana shifted to one side of Finn's lap and patted the other.

"Hop up and join me."

"Oh, no! I haven't forgotten that last time when you tried to rope me into a threesome with Finn," Skye shot down the offer with a laugh.

"Offer is still open despite what Finn says," Lana responded, placing a hand over his mouth. Looking across the tub, she noticed that JoJo still sat next to Jared. "Hop up on Jared, KO. It's lap time!"

"I think I'll pass," JoJo said, surprising everyone with Jared the most taken back. Seeing his hurt look, she quickly explained. "I promised Mrs. Tarver that I would behave tonight."

"That's wise advice from my mom. You should listen to it," Peyton remarked.

"I tried to get Bridget to join us. I thought she might, but she decided to soak in the bathtub instead," Lana revealed.

"That sucks. I'd love to have two Tarver women sharing my lap," Nate stated, earning a slap to his shoulder from Peyton.

"That's my mom!"

"What? Your mom is hot! She's a yummy mummy. And from what I've overheard through the years, she used to be wild," Nate recalled. "Like Lana wild."

"My mom?! Well, I've heard all about Aunt Tinny. Your mom was the crazy one. Aunt Cassie used to be the one that kept her from stripping at parties," Peyton replied.

"Who do you think was egging my mom on? Yours!" Nate pointed out, his finger nearly in Peyton's face. "I still don't know how you came out of her womb. You're nothing like her."

"That's what I say!" Lana exclaimed. "Peyton's so uptight. She needs to be more like both of your moms. Bridget and Tinsley are quite yummy. Wouldn't you agree, Finny?"

Finn ignored her and looked away.

"Still, your moms are lightweights compared to Jared's yummy mummy," Lana declared.

"What did I...don't bring my mom into this!" Jared exclaimed, wondering how he got dragged into Nate and Peyton's bickering.

"Shit, Aunt Gabby is probably the worst or best, depending on how your rate them," Nate chuckled, gesturing to Jared.

"Hey, my mom isn't...fine, my mom is the worst," Jared admitted, earning laughter. She definitely is the worst tease. And her outfits! Damn, that purple negligee the other night was incredible. It showed her big tits like--fuck! Shaking his head at the image, Jared felt relief that JoJo hadn't climbed onto his lap. His cock throbbed at the thought of his wild, sexy mother. Damn you, Ms. Goose!

"Aw, you poor guy," JoJo teased, laughing at Jared.

"Oh, you're not getting off scot-free, JoJo. Not with Jilly Tits as your mother," Peyton broke into her laughter.

"My mom is not wild like yours!"

"Maybe not anymore, or maybe she hides it better," Peyton speculated. "All I know is that I've heard stories about your parents when they first moved in next door. Jillian and Paddy went at it like rabbits. Shades up, windows open with little care about being seen. My mom said that at one point, she thought she saw your mom's boobs almost as much as she saw her own."

"They did?" JoJo asked in shock and awe.

"Maybe my Little Red Riding Hood inherited her enthusiasm," Jared whispered into her ear. The thought caused JoJo to shiver.

"Let's admit it. We all got yummy mummies. Lana sure does, and I bet Skye takes after hers," Nate declared. "So don't get mad if we mention it."

Most of the group agreed, causing uncomfortable chuckles.

"Well, I don't," Finn said, cutting through the laughter. "My mom is dead."

An awkward silence filled the room. Finn attempted to move Lana off his lap, likely with the intention to leave. Thinking fast on her feet, Lana clutched Finn's arm.

"What are you talking about? You're the luckiest person here."

The odd comment stopped Finn. Looking at his ex-girlfriend in disbelief, he asked, "How am I the luckiest? Because you can't tease me as my mom is dead?"

"No, silly. You're the luckiest as you have two mommies," Lana pointed. "Aunt Cassandra might be gone, but she's still inside here and here." The redhead pointed at his heart and his head. "Her love for you will never go away."

"She's right, Finn. Everyone knows how much your mom adored you," Peyton supported Lana's argument. They met eyes and nodded. Both knew they needed to cheer their best male friend up.

"They're right, Finn," Nate nodded. "Your mom created such wonderful parties and games for you to play. The level of detail was amazing."

"As for your second mother, that's obvious to anyone. It's Mommy Rachel!" Lana pointed out, wiping a tear from her ex-boyfriend's cheek. "There is a reason why Lacey looks up to you as a big brother."

"Thanks," Finn nodded. "I...I guess today's been a rough day. I know how much your mom cares for me. And Peyton's too."

"Cares? Oh, Finny! Mommy Rachel loves her little baby boy. She's loved for years to hug him. Hold him tight to her huge bosom," Lana responded, talking to Finn as if he were a baby. She also sat up higher on his lap, allowing her to smash his face into her big breasts.

"Lana!" Finn mumbled from beneath her mountainous mounds.

"Aww, it's okay, Finny. Mommy Rachel loves her little boy," Lana informed him, pulling his head out of her cleavage before pushing it back in. "Does baby need to be breastfed?"

"Hey, I want to be breastfed too!" Nate exclaimed.

"Don't get any ideas, buster," Peyton warned him, still perched on his lap. She pushed his face away before he could move it down to her skimpily clad boobs.

"Sorry. It looks like Mommy Lana doesn't have milk for her boys yet," Lana announced, letting Finn's head free.

"I can't wait for that day," Nate winked.

"But I think that might fill the time," Lana said, pointing upward.

There nestled on a slowly moving blade of the ceiling fan hung a red bow and sprig of mistletoe.