The Big Top

Sean shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. Some of the awkwardness came from sitting in the chair for too long. However, most of the discomfort came from additional rounds of praise.

"It's like you're a junior version of the legendary Seamus Fallon," Davy Earp remarked, awe filling his face. "What's next? Going to bust up a **** ring, Sean?"

"I got the feeling that our patients will hear plenty about Doc's brave son around the office for a few weeks," Darla Dawkins speculated. Then, kissing the teen's cheek, she added, "And I assume that Samantha won't be far behind your mom."

"I can't say that I'm surprised. The Fallons have a knack for being in the wrong place at the right time," Lyle Jolley stated. "The historical society has a file, more like a box, buried in one of the storage rooms with all the newspaper clippings. Danger seems attracted to your family."

Under most circumstances, Sean would be thrilled to hear more about his family's history, but not tonight. So when JoJo and Newt appeared, Sean used his best friends as a reason to escape the gushing at Brandy's table. But unfortunately, he only managed to move a few feet away.

"Grandma just wouldn't stop," Sean responded to JoJo's question. "I could tell that Aunt Bev and Uncle Giancarlo were getting annoyed."

"Aw, did Grammy embarrass her favorite grandson?" Jo teased. Her move to pinch his cheek shocked Sean.

When did she get like this?

"You should've heard Mrs. Kappmeyer during dinner and the ceremony. You'd think you were her son by how much she bragged to everyone," JoJo continued. "Even Keira kept going on and on about how much you've grown. Maybe you should bring back that crush."

"As if your mom wasn't nearly as bad," Newt commented.

Sean felt even more surprised by the glare that his female best friend shot his male best friend's way. Before he could even think it, Sean blurted out a question.

"Oh, you want to know what Newt did? Well, our little mouse had to open his mouth for once and tell our whole table that I'm no longer a virgin," JoJo revealed, shooting another dirty look at the embarrassed friend.

"I had to! Keira started to--

"No, no, no! We are not talking about this now. My night is bad enough already," Sean declared, covering his ears with his hands.

That move immediately added Sean to JoJo's doghouse. Fuming, she jabbed her finger at the newest occupant.

"Well, I DO want to talk about it. Maybe I should find a more worldly friend. One that doesn't freak out about sex and cooties. Where's Iona?" JoJo asked no one in particular before stomping away.

Sean and Newt were saved from addressing the topic of sex and JoJo with the arrival of Bridget and Chastity. Always on the lookout to avoid socializing, Newt took the opportunity to slip away.

"Webb, oh, Webb!" Bridget called out as she approached her younger sister's table. "I have someone that you must meet."

Sean attempted to turn his wheelchair around to face his mom and Chastity. Unfortunately, the wheel had locked into place, and he didn't know how to unlock it. Then, looking around for help, he saw that Brandy still kept Kizzy and Harley occupied with her inquisition. Fawn wasn't available to help Sean either, as she worked to vouch for the two sophomores to her best friend.

"This delightful young woman is Chastity--"

"Kupp. Yeah, I know Chastity fairly well," Webb revealed, cutting Bridget off.

"You do? Oh, that's right, she mentioned meeting you at a book signing."

"Holy smokes! It was three book signings," Chastity reminded, growing excited. "They were so, so much fun!"

"Yeah, there were those, but I know Chastity for many reasons," Webb added. "First, she's Erin's cousin."

Bridget followed the direction of his nod to Erin Chantry, who chatted with Wrenn and Tim. Not knowing about that family connection, Bridget admitted as such.

"And secondly, Chastity is a very active and vocal member of my fan club," Webb continued.

"Really? Um, aren't you a bit old for that?"

"I have an adult fan club besides the one for kids," Webb clarified hurriedly. "It's much smaller."

"Heaven's to Betsy, it's a delightful joy. Almost as fun as tasting the first cupcake you baked from a batch," the honey blonde gushed. "Do you want to join, Dr. Tarver? If you did, we'd hit the big time. We'd be at double digits!"

"Oh, let me think about that, dear," Bridget replied politely. "Now, Webb, wait until you hear the amazingly adorable idea that Chastity had for your books and tonight."

---

A hot, hazy feeling began to interfere with Sean's concentration. He didn't realize it, but this feeling had started several times earlier in the day, before he'd been relieved by Whitney or Skye.

This caused his conversation with Erin to go in and out of focus. The young editor (and secret author) appeared very into discussing Sean and Finn's plans to create a mystery adventure for the CSS. Occasionally shy, Erin came alive when talking about creating stories. That's something that Sean loved as well. However, how the brunette's little black dress showcased her body triggered another emotion that began with the letter L to consume Sean's mind.

"The level of difficulty is key. You need to always be mindful of their age for how difficult the mystery should be. Got that?"

"Y-Yeah, they should be perky--I mean, they should be hard, yet also soft and firm--I mean, they should be enthralling," Sean stammered. His words about the mystery bled over with his thoughts about Erin's medium-sized breasts and the way they just almost popped into view every time she leaned forward.

"Uh, I guess so," Erin responded, wondering if Sean felt okay. She didn't mull over it long before launching into another suggestion.

"I apologize for interrupting, but I haven't had a chance to say hi to one of my fav--best students. My, you are a popular one tonight, aren't you?" Marissa Reston asked with a warm smile.

"Ms. Resto! H-Hey, how a-are you?" Sean stammered.

Like how Erin's dress distracted him, his English teacher's dress engrossed his soul. The strapless, off-the-shoulder style showed off more of Ms. Resto's skin than any of her students had seen before. Coupled with the amount of leg the long slit revealed, Sean's tongue felt heavy.

"Me? I'm doing great. Probably had one drink too many, but what the heck, it's New Year's Eve!" Marissa's dazzling smile spread the warmth further through Sean's body. "Honestly, I am so proud of you, Sean! Not only for rescuing Whitney, but also for all the good deeds you are doing. Sometimes you amaze me with your maturity. The goals you and Finley have in place for the CSS are remarkable. And your speech? I barely managed to make it through without breaking into tears."

"You're responsible for much of that. No, I mean it," Sean insisted as Marissa shook her head. "Since you arrived two years ago, you've inspired me in more ways than you can imagine. I'm serious, Ms. Resto. I've raised my dreams and goals because of you."

"Aww!" Marissa cooed, covering her heart with a hand.

In Sean's current state, he appreciated the gesture more for the way it caused her left breast to squish out from the sides of her hand. Whatever Sean enjoyed shot up as his sexy teacher leaned forward to hug him. Sean responded by throwing his arms around her back.

"That's sweet, but you don't need to butter me up for better grades. You'd earn an A without even trying," Marissa remarked before breaking the hug.

"I'm not buttering you up. You're awe-inspiring. Sometimes I can't even take my eyes off of you," Sean revealed.

The double-meaning of Sean's words finally clicked as her student's hands slid down her back, then to her sides, before finally landing on her hips. Maybe it was the **** in her or the lust/love combination in the eyes of one of her favorite students, but for whatever reason, Marissa hesitated when she knew she should pull his hands off her body. Only after Sean's fingers spread out to slightly cup a portion of her firm ass did Marissa gently remove them.

"That's very kind of you. I hope to...oh, my," Marissa gasped as her gaze dropped to her student's lap.

MWAH

The kiss on Sean's cheek jerked him up in his seat.

"Aw, did I scare little Seanie?" Keira Kappmeyer teasingly asked her next-door neighbor.

The new arrival allowed a flustered Ms. Resto to escape this awkward teacher-student moment, and she took it.

"Who was that?"

"Um, Ms. Resto. She's my English Literature teacher," Sean explained.

"Whoa! Getting a little handsy with your teacher? Damn, aren't you growing up fast?" Keira commented, smirking. She also couldn't resist ruffling his hair for old times' sake.

Sean didn't give a damn about his messed-up hair. Not with Keira leaning over his shoulder to grin at the boy next door. The position placed her large breasts right next to his head, the slightly visible nipple indentations directly before his eyes.

"Miss me, my little Seanie Bear?"

"O-Of, c-course!" Sean managed to reply before partially composing himself. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Keira. I didn't congratulate you on your engagement."

"My engagement? Where did you learn that?" Keira asked with a bemused face.

"Oh, shit! Was that supposed to be secret?" Sean questioned, feeling embarrassed. "I saw you admiring your ring on Christmas night."

"You saw me? Did you stop over on Christmas? We saw you on Christmas Eve."

"Well, I saw you in the window. I was in my old room, and you and Alex were..." Sean trailed off as his brain finally began working properly again.

Oh, no! What did I just do? Sean screamed internally. What he'd just done was reveal that he'd watched Keira and her boyfriend have sex.

"What's wrong? Window?" Keira questioned as the details finally clicked into place in her head. "Y-You were in your old bedroom on Christmas night and saw Alex and me? You saw me? Omigawd! You saw me!"

"I...I'm s-so sorry, Keira. I swear it was an accident. My mom sent me up there to get a box of pictures. I just looked up, and there you were," Sean apologized while attempting to explain.

"Shit! I never even realized until the next morning that the blinds were up," Keira said. "I thought we got away from it as you moved down to the basement. How much did you see?"

"Not much...okay, kind of a lot. But I was only there a few minutes," Sean protested. Then, under his former babysitter's gaze, Sean revealed more. "Uh, you were in your lingerie and looking at your ring. Then, well, you two got-- you know, for a bit before Mom yelled up to see what was taking so long."

"First off, I'm not engaged. Alex bought me a ring for Christmas, but not that kind of a ring. Second off," Keira said, softly punching his shoulder. "That's for being a little pervert."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean---I should've looked away at once," Sean proclaimed.

"Oh, please. I'd probably do the same. Well, actually, I have seen your parents--never mind!" Keira brushed off his behavior. "So my little neighbor has turned into a voyeur. I bet that made your dreams come--Holy fuck!"

Sean nearly shit himself at his old babysitter's shriek. She quickly covered her mouth as people glanced over. Only then did Sean realize what startled her as he glanced down at his lap.

"Y-You sure have grown up," Keira remarked before chuckling. "Nice to know."

With Keira standing at his side, a new pair of arms wrapped themselves around his neck. This time, the head belonged to a familiar blonde.

"I get that when the circus comes to town, people get awed by the attractions. But staring too long is poor for your health," Brandy remarked, confusing Sean.

"Huh?"

"Lower your big top," his aunt ordered, nodding at his lap. "Or at least be careful where you raise it." Brandy waited a moment before acknowledging Keira. "Hey, Key, planning on practicing your contortion skills with my nephew?"

"Jesus, Brandy!" the brunette exclaimed before laughing. "You never pull a punch, do you? And I don't think Seanie could handle my skills."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. He does have a bit of Bee and Dee in him. Maybe he could be your personal lion tamer. Wait, or maybe you're his snake charmer."

Sean groaned at his aunt's joke attempts. I liked it better when I babbled and didn't know it. This side effect sucks!

"Keira! Where have you been? Damn, you look gorgeous!" Bridget praised, rushing over to hug her neighbor. "I just LOVE that dress!"

"Sean loves it too," Brandy added with a mischievous smirk.

"Sean loves everything about Keira," Bridget stated, not catching her sister's meaning. "Remember how cute he was following her around everywhere as a toddler? He'd always say, 'I luv, Key' in that adorable voice."

"Mom!"

"Hush, honey. You'll understand someday," Bridget responded. "Can you squat down in that dress?"

"Sure. Why?" Keira queried.

"Just making sure. How about squatting down next to Sean? I want to get a picture of you two," Bridget revealed, motioning the brunette over to her son. She also waved Brandy out of the picture.

As always, one picture wasn't enough for Bridget. She snapped off five shots before finding one that satisfied her. Then, looking up from the camera, she spotted another familiar face.

"Brynn, why don't you take Keira's spot? I need a picture of the two cousins dressed to the nines. Okay, lean down a little. Yes, just like that," Bridget directed. However, a frown swiftly formed on her face. "I don't...that's not going to work. Brynn, you're so much shorter than Keira. Hmm...I got it! Brynn, go sit on your cousin's lap."

"What?! Uh, Mom, that's not--" Sean began.

"--not a good idea, Bee," Brandy protested.

"Not at all," Keira added.

"Nonsense. Brynn's tiny. She barely weighs a thing. Sean will be fine," Bridget stated dismissively. "Yes, dear, just sit on his lap."

"Mom, I don't think--" Sean reached forward to grab his cousin's hips, but not in time as Brynn settled her weight on his lap.

"Oh, great thinking, honey. Hold your cousin's hips like that," Bridget directed. Taking a picture, she frowned and looked up at her niece. "Brynn, don't look so shocked by his hands on your hips. Just let yourself go. Fall into your cousin. Look comfortable."

"I don't think it's Sean's hands that--"

"Shhh!" Bridget shushed her sister. Then, she steered her niece into a different position. "Okay, scoot up more on Sean's lap."

Brynn had initially gasped at finding an iron rod poking into her when she sat down. Then, following her aunt's orders, she moaned slightly as that steel pipe pushed into her dress and into her ass cheeks. The college virgin barely heard her aunt order Sean to help lift her higher on his lap.

With Sean's hands feeling on fire, Brynn moaned loudly as Sean followed Bridget's command. In this new position, his throbbing member attempted to pry apart her ass cheeks. Inexperienced and imagining anything possible at this point, Brynn had visions of her cousin's cock ripping a hole in her dress.

Thrilled to have her niece sitting with her son without her bitchy sister around, Bridget took far more pictures of the cousin couple. Moving in this direction and that, the blonde doctor missed the obvious signs of what was happening. Brandy and Keira didn't fail to notice how Sean moved the petite coed's body up and down on what they knew to be his hard cock. Nor did Kizzy and Harley, who had arrived shortly after Brandy, fail to see how Brynn bit her lip increasingly as she began to pant.

Semi-surprised at how quickly it approached, Brandy moved over to distract her sister from the impending eruption.

"Hey, let me see what you have so far."

Just a little annoyed at Brandy for getting involved, Bridget happily showed off a few of the pictures on her screen. Keira also moved over, providing cover as Brynn squealed from an orgasm.

"Hey, Mrs. Tarver--"

"Dr. Tarver," Harley reminded.

"Sorry!" Kizzy replied. "Hey, Dr. Tarver, can I get a picture with Sean?"

"No!" Brandy, Keira, and Sean replied.

"Sean, don't be rude," Bridget admonished. "I think...Harley, go get all your cheermates. They each deserve a picture with Sean if they want. You girls have been so good to him."

"Um, are you sure, Bridget?" Harley asked, glancing shyly as Brandy helped Brynn off his lap.

"Brid--What happened to calling her Dr. Tarver?!" Kizzy demanded.

"She's a family friend," Harley explained.

"Yes, got get--"

"Hang a sec, Bridget," Whitney interrupted, walking over.

The cheerleader captain had arrived midway through Brynn getting herself off on Sean's lap.

"How about we take pictures later on with our phones? You don't want to use up all your space on us."

"But I'd like--"

"Don't worry. I'll pick the best ones and send them to you," Whitney continued.

"That's very kind of you," Bridget replied. Then she noticed Rachel waving her over to where Chastity had left off. "Looks like I'm needed."

"Do you need to use the restroom?" Whitney asked

"YES!" Sean nearly screamed.

"No, no, I got this," Whitney declared, halting Kizzy and Harley with her words and a hand.

"But Sir Sean is our--"

"I know! I'm the one who gave you that responsibility," Whitney remarked, rolling her eyes. "I'm also giving you two a short break. Aren't I a caring captain?"

Waiting until the two sophomores departed, Whitney addressed Brandy and Keira, whom she didn't know.

"Don't worry. I'll handle this problem," the young blonde announced, unlocking the wheelchair and spinning it around. She waited for almost ten feet before speaking. "For fuck's sake! Can't I leave you alone for a few minutes?"

"Ah, it was way more than a few minutes," Sean countered.

"Whatever. Was that your cousin?" Whitney inquired. "Geez, maybe you have more potential than I imagined. Wait, are you still hard?"

"I never..."

"You never came? Don't worry about it."

"Wait, the bathrooms are that way," Sean pointed.

"I know," Whitney stated, moving toward a small group. "Hey, Sage!"

"What's wrong?" Sage questioned, breaking off her conversation with her friends, Becky Horton and Aubrey Dunford.

"Sean's feeling a little overwhelmed. Can we use your dad's office to rest a bit?"

"Um, sure. But wouldn't your suite work--"

"I'm not sure what suite our dads are holding their meeting in," Whitney explained.

"Oh, that's right. Sure, use his office," Sage offered, shrugging her shoulders. Then, moving to return to her conversation, Sage paused. "If anyone gives you a hard time, just call me."

"Okay, thanks!" Whitney replied. Resuming her wheeling of her rescuer, the blonde leaned down to his ear. "If anyone is going to give me a hard time, it's that cock. We don't have much time, but it needs to be drained."