Toasted Tarver

SNAP SNAP SNAP

Immediately looking up from the kitchen island, Sean turned around at the sound of his mother snapping her fingers. Only this time, she wasn’t snapping them impatiently at himself, Peyton, or Watson. Instead, she issued another round of snaps from her spot limited by the cabin’s landline phone cord. This time, Harvey caught the sound in time to glance up and catch Bridget’s gesture and the “No” she mouthed.

"Pumpkin, that's not for breakfast," he said, watching Whitney stand in the open refrigerator door and examine the two cartons Old Man Wirchie sent to the cabin yesterday morning.

Unable to decide whether she wanted the malt or milkshake for breakfast, Whitney gave up her difficult decision and pulled out both cartons. Sean watched humorously as his mother attempted to lunge forward until she stopped because of the cord. The younger blonde turned around to place the two cartons on the island. Harvey's expression showed concern as Bridget gestured angrily down at the short phone cord holding her back.

"Hey, Rach, it's Bee. Sorry, it looks like I turned my ringer off last night while driving up here. And now, I'm not getting any reception, but I did hear multiple messages from you girls checking in. We made it up here fine last night. It was a bit slippery, but–" Bridget paused to glare at Harvey for his mumble about how she wasn't the one driving. "We mostly made it in one piece. However, the power and internet are out, and Harvey thinks the roads are likely impassable. So, uh, just let everyone know that we're safe, and they should call either me or Harvey on the cabin's phone. You know the number. Bye!"

“What about me?” Whitney cried, looking over her shoulder. “I have friends who need to know how to contact me.”

“Yes, what about you?” Bridget challenged. “You are not having that for breakfast.”

Harvey and Sean watched in fascination as Bridget stormed over to yank the glass away from Whitney before she could fill it. Next, the older blonde slammed the lid back on the carton. And while Whitney sputtered out a reply, Bridget carried the two items back to the refrigerator.

“B-Bridget!”

“No, you’re not having ice cream for breakfast. That’s final.”

“It’s not ice cream. Mr. Wirch sent over my favorite malt and milkshake because I almost died,” Whitney pointed out.

“So you do remember almost dying? Good! Because that’s why you need a proper breakfast.”

“Dad!” Whitney protested, spinning around for help.

“Don’t look at me,” Harvey responded, wanting no part of this battle.

“Is she in charge of my diet now too?” Whitney questioned, throwing up her hands.

“Yes, I am,” Bridget proclaimed. She moved two glasses and a bowl in front of the teen. “Drink your milk or orange juice, and eat some fruit while I make the French toast.”

“If you want, I can call Frida. I’m sure she won’t have any thoughts whatsoever about you following Bridget’s orders,” Harvey offered, knowing his daughter’s reaction.

The recovering patient knew she’d been defeated. Yet, she wouldn’t take it quietly.

“Stupid fruit, stupid milk,” Whitney muttered. “I hate you.”

“You know…your malt and milkshake are made from milk,” Sean pointed out with a snicker.

The comment caused Whitney’s head to whip around. She glared at him with murderous eyes.

“Isn’t it your turn to die today?” the spoiled teen questioned.

“Pumpkin!” Harvey roared from where he mixed to Bridget’s specifications. “That’s a terrible thing to say. Apologize.”

He waited barely three seconds before repeating his order.

“Fine! I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to die today,” Whitney said before lowering her voice. “But if you get weird again, I’m pushing you outside and locking the door.”

“Seriously?” Harvey asked, shaking his head at his only daughter.

“You can apologize better than that, young lady. Give Sean a makeup kiss,” Bridget directed. She barely said the words before covering her mouth to hold in a laugh.

“Follow your doctor’s orders, pumpkin,” Harvey piled on.

"Is this gang up on Whitney day?" No one answered so she leaned over to plant a big, wet kiss on Sean's cheek. "Mwah!"

“Good,” Harvey acknowledged before turning toward Bridget. “Nobody answered?”

“I only tried Rachel, Gabby, and my parents’ house. It’s still early, so only the last one surprised me.”

“Maybe they stayed at the hotel last night,” Harvey suggested.

“You know my mom and dad. I’m sure they insisted on driving themselves and the Days home,” Bridget replied.

“Aunt Bev probably ordered them to stay at the hotel,” Sean remarked. Then, he winced in pain.

“Okay, that’s enough. I told you the stool wouldn’t work with your leg. Harvey, can you help him over to the table?” Bridget asked.

“I’m not helpless,” Sean whined as it was Whitney’s turn to snicker.

“I have such plans for you,” the cheerleader captain cackled after rubbing her hands together sinisterly.

“Sean!” Bridget exclaimed upon seeing a pill roll out from behind his glass. “You were supposed to take that a half hour ago.”

“But I’m fine. No pain,” Sean lied while gritting his teeth from the sharp pain as Harvey helped him stand.

“Face it. You’re going to be in pain one way or the other,” Whitney stated, guessing the reason why he wanted to wait longer to take the pill.

“Take it!”

Sean followed his mother’s orders before Harvey helped him walk over to the dining room table. The teen couldn’t wait for the swelling to go down so that he could get the walking boot put on. Such a development would leave him less dependent on others and at the mercy of his alleged helpers.

Seated at the head of the table by himself, Sean watched the others before his thoughts took over. He watched how his mother and Harvey worked as a team to make breakfast. Their natural rapport still shocked him a bit, even after watching them make donuts the other day. He couldn't believe his family's connection to the Diamonds had been kept from him until this trip. And never wanting to be left out of anything, Whitney occasionally interjected herself into the conversation.

It was during one of her butt-ins that Sean realized his classmate didn’t have anything else on under her robe. That Whitney came down to breakfast minus underwear seemed pretty wild, even for her. Suddenly, Sean noticed his mother wore the same amount of clothing as the younger blonde.

The second realization brought last night roaring back to Sean's brain. Since waking up in fear this morning, he'd tried not to think about it. If anything, his mom merely smiled at him as if it were a normal day. Holy shit. I had sex with Mom! No painkiller side effects were needed for his dick to harden and rise. Looking over at Bridget’s current happy face, Sean found it morphing into a mask of lustful memories. And her laughing at one of Harvey’s jokes brought back the filthy things she whispered and screamed while riding his cock.

What the hell happens now? Do we act like it never happened? Am I going to therapy? W-Will…will we do it again?

"Here you go, honey," Bridget said, placing a plate of French toast before him. The way she ruffled his hair didn't seem any different than before they fucked.

“Don’t forget the syrup, buddy,” Harvey said, walking over with his plate and the bottle. He squirted a large dose on his food before handing it to Sean and sitting down two seats to the teen’s right.

"That's crazy," Whitney commented, sitting down directly around the table's corner to Sean's right and beside her father.

Bridget took the spot opposite Whitney to Sean’s left. His mother also noticed his confused expression.

“Weren’t you paying attention?”

“You better not be getting nutty again,” Whitney warned before shoving a forkful into her mouth.

“Rattle Ridge is entirely shut down. Most of the town’s power is out with the streets impassible due to ice and downed trees,” Bridget recounted, passing on what they heard on the radio.

“Which makes sense as we’re not that far from Rattle Ridge,” Harvey added, although it came out as more of a mumble with his food-filled mouth.

“Harv,” Bridget admonished with an eye-roll before continuing. “It sounds like it’s a mixed bag back home. Some parts of town don’t have power, and the roads are still very slippery.”

Immediately, Sean sat up straighter with a single concern. Bridget knew her son enough to guess.

“I’m sure Watson is fine. The Kappmeyers will take good care of him. However, we’ll call later and check up on him. Okay?” Bridget added, noticing Sean continued to look worried.

“Speaking of being worried…Sean, did you hear any noises last night?” Whitney inquired.

“Noises?! No, I didn’t hear anything,” Sean denied, suddenly worried about something else.

“My dad said he heard loud moans last night,” Whitney recounted, ignoring the sudden glares from the two adults at the table. “Are you sure you didn’t hear any moans?”

“No! I mean, no, I didn’t hear anything. I guess my painkiller knocked me out.”

“Hmm, I think your painkiller might’ve had something to do with it,” Whitney said in a low voice. “Hopefully, I wasn’t the one moaning. I could’ve been experiencing a nightmare. Or perhaps the best dream ever.”

“Well, I’m curious to see how the rest of the charity ball went last night,” Bridget remarked, changing the subject. “I think we had a solid response to Cassie’s new foundation.”

“I think we had a very promising amount raised last night. And from a good mix of different sections of the town’s society,” Harvey added, also seeking to change the topic. Despite his reassuring talk about Sean’s reaction to his incestuous encounter, he wasn’t quite as sure now since the teen would also learn about what he did with his daughter at the same time.

“Well, I want to hear gossip. I want to know who hooked up and who got rejected,” Whitney declared. “Dammit, Dad, I thought you paid all that money so that we’d have internet out here.”

“Hey, I paid to get the line extended, but the cables are still above ground in plenty of spots. And don’t blame me. I paid way more than you probably think. Pretty much a damn mini-fortune to shut you up,” Harvey responded.

“Obviously, you didn't pay enough. I need Nosy Nectar!”

“Then, you’ll have to get your gossip the old-fashioned way like we did.”

“Great. Do you know how many people I’m going to need to talk to? One or two people won’t get me the full scoop. Lacey will give me the romantic crap, while Ramsey won’t tell me shit. How does a girl who loves news hate gossip? So I’ll probably need to talk to Cat and Katie. And knowing how they love to keep some things secret, I’ll have to gently question Yumi. Then it’s time for Beatrice, YoYo, and Kizzy to fill me in on the other happenings. And that’s only the cheer stuff!”

“Maybe you don’t need all that gossip for once,” Harvey remarked, taking a sip from his glass.

“Father! I need all the information for my plan for Sean,” Whitney shot back. “I need to know if anything that happened last night will alter my plans. I had a preliminary order of girls in mind. But that’s based on Sean’s skill level. What if something changed? Should I have his next girl or three be one of our classmates? Or should I set him up with somebody a little older and experienced? Say like Lana. Or should I go even older? Like with a cougar or milf. What do you think, Doc? Is Seanie ready for some milfy action?”

“Let’s wait to discuss this after breakfast,” Bridget replied, her eyes shooting another warning.

"But I thought you were down with my plans to get Sean experience, Bridget. Did something happen to change your mind?" Whitney questioned with lousy acting. "What about you, blabbermouth? You want some milf fucking?"

"Knock it off," Harvey hissed from his daughter's side.

“Fine. How about we talk about Seanie’s injuries?” Whitney asked. “How long did you say his recovery would take?”

“Roughly six weeks for the bone fractures in his foot. Why?” Bridget queried.

"Oh, I just want to have an idea about how long he'll be at my mercy," Whitney replied, winking. "I'll need to come up with a schedule for his helpers. Somebody should be available to drive him to school, escort him to his classes, drive him home, and babysit him until you come home from work."

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Sean exclaimed, dropping his fork on the plate with a clank. “And JoJo can drive me to and from school.”

“Nope. No saddling JoJo with that responsibility. I’m sure she has after-school activities. And with Jared living elsewhere, she’s going to need a guy or two to keep her stuffed.”

“Eww! I don’t want to hear that,” Sean squealed, covering his ears.

Bridget joined Whitney in rolling her eyes at Sean’s immature reaction. Harvey attempted to scold his daughter again.

“Back off, Dad. Sean needs to grow up. No more coddling him about his best friend having girl parts.” Waiting thirty seconds, Whitney finally motioned for Sean to lower his hands. “Fine. We talk about JoJo later. And Newt isn’t going to be your errand boy either.”

“Newt’s not driving me anywhere. He’s a terrible driver,” Sean stated.

“Good! Now, the Babybees will be in charge of escorting you between classes. I’m going to find some older and available girls to handle the after-school chores. I think Dr. Sean will be pleased with the way they babysit you. Very hands-on…mouthes too.”

Bridget couldn’t help but chuckle at that description.

“I better get used to calling ahead before I go home.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t mind a peek or two,” Whitney shot back. “Perhaps you could offer feedback or a few pointers.”

Harvey cleared his throat as another warning.

“You all finished?” Bridget asked, noticing Sean’s empty plate. “Would you like some more? No? How about some more milk? You probably need more to wash down that meal.”

Sean shrugged as Bridget walked over to the refrigerator.

“Yes, do you want your mother to give you some milk?” Whitney asked, her voice dripping with glee. “Do you want Mommy’s milk? I bet you love Momma’s milk. Probably sucked it right down back in the day. Maybe you’ll get the chance–”

“Pumpkin,” Harvey growled.

“What’s wrong with you?’ Sean asked finally. He couldn’t understand why Whitney seemed so hyper this morning.

“You know, they say you can induce lactation in a woman even if she’s not preg–”

“Dammit, that’s enough!” Harvey roared, jumping to his feet. “We know what happened last night, Sean. You and your mom fucked!”

“Wha–” Sean sounded. His heart started to race with panic.

“Now, he knows. So stop teasing him!” Harvey ordered his daughter.

“Dad!” she responded with a whine and palm slam to the table. “You ruined my fun.”

“Breathe slowly, honey,” Bridget said, placing the glass of milk in front of her son. Then, she reached up to ruffle his hair again. “They didn’t overhear us. Harvey and Whitney were too busy fucking at the same time.”

Blood rushed to both of Sean’s heads, causing him to faint face-first onto the table.

---

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Bridget inquired yet again.

She sat on the center couch in the great room with Sean’s head on her shoulder and her arm wrapped around his waist. Her hand soothingly rubbed his hip. When he fainted, Harvey had practically panicked before Bridget gently directed him to carry Sean to the couch. He’s only been out for several seconds but felt embarrassed over his reaction.

“Attention hog,” Whitney remarked, from her spot next to her father on the sofa, kitty-corner from the Tarvers.

"Honey?" Bridget prodded again. She was slightly concerned as Sean seemed to stare off in a daze. Finally, she followed his eyes and saw that Whitney's robe had slipped down to reveal a pink nipple. "Yes, I think you'll be fine. Which is good as I don't think Harvey's car is in any shape to leave."

“Oh, so you really fucked it up then, Dad?” Whitney chuckled.

"No, I didn't fuck up my SUV…or at least I don't think so. If you could see out the windows, you'd know it's covered in ice. If Sean had needed help, we'd be calling for it to come here."

“Jeez Louise, Dad!” Whitney exclaimed. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before scaring Seanie half to ****.”

“Me? You were the one torturing him with your knowledge,” Harvey argued.

“It looks like having sex hasn’t changed anything between them,” Bridget whispered into Sean’s ear. “I hope we’re the same.”

Sean’s reply turned into a nod after he pulled his eyes off Whitney’s nipple to discover that he could see most of the swell of his mother’s breast directly in front of him.

“Good. We’ll talk later in private,” Bridget said before raising her voice. “I think we should avoid any further bombshells that come as a shock. With that in mind, how about telling us why you wanted to leave the hotel in a hurry last night.”

Whitney and Sean perked up and followed the older blonde’s gaze to Harvey. The younger blonde grinned in anticipation of this revelation.

“Yeah, Dad, tell them what you did. Or more appropriately, who you did,” Whitney prodded with pride.

Sean didn’t know what to think or expect. Harvey Diamond’s exploits were notorious around town, making him almost a larger-than-life celebrity at times. On the other hand, Bridget waited with amused curiosity. She’d assumed last night that his urge to leave immediately dealt with sex.

“Uh, I took Miranda Rusk up to a conference room and fucked her. Then, in a fit of rage, I handed her panties over to Orrin.”

“Harvey!” Bridget squealed.

“Whoa,” Sean sounded. If his respect level for Harvey could go up, it just did as he recalled how hot Aurora and Austin’s mom looked last night in her red dress.

“Miranda had a crush on you in high school. You shouldn’t have taken advantage of it for payback,” Bridget scolded, wagging her finger. “And what were you thinking handing her husband her panties?”

“Don’t ever try to give a bigger donation than me,” Whitney speculated with a laugh.

“Wait, is this about Mr. Rusk’s announcement?” Sean questioned.

“Well, that’s, uh, part of it.”

“Better just tell them everything, Harv,” Bridget suggested. “I think they can handle a few more secrets.

With a sign, Harvey launched into an explanation of everything happening behind the kids' backs since they arrived. He started with the rumors that Fred had heard about Orrin's new fund to help local businesses. Whitney gasped when she heard that Wirchie's had accepted some money. Harvey quickly reassured her that her favorite store wasn't on Orrin's side. But it was Sean who got the most vocal when Harvey began to recount the events outside of the Vandermeer's lake house.

“Whoa! You figured out that the guy had been watching from a tree and then followed his tracks? Grandpa would love to hear this story. What did you find?”

“Yes, what did you and Cordelia find?” Bridget queried, emphasizing the former Sugarbee’s name.

The tale continued with an account of how Harvey and Cordelia followed the footprints toward the Chelton and Talbot cabins. He mentioned that he didn't think the man parked his car over there as the cabin had occupants. Sean asked how Harvey could be confident that the man hadn't been staying in one of the two cabins.

“Um, well, you see Scott Talbot, his wife, a woman who I think was his sister-in-law, Jennie Chelton, and her fiancé were, um, engaged in sort of a mini-orgy.”

“What?!” Whitney and Sean shrieked.

“Did you and Cordy watch or join in?” Bridget inquired with an amused expression.

“We, um, watched,” Harvey replied. The slightest hint of a blush crossed his face, which Bridget noticed.

“And?”

“We kinda had sex.”

“Ohmigawd! You fucked Cheyenne’s mom?!” Whitney screeched.

“Only for a few moments. We got caught and had to run.”

“I bet that was a sight,” Bridget remarked dryly.

“Oh. My. Gawd! Mrs. Tissle left you with blue balls,” Whitney snickered, poking her dad in the shoulder.

“Or did she?” the older blonde pressed.

Harvey muttered a response.

“That time? When did you fuck her again, Dad?!”

The detail followed as Sean tried to recall what Cheyenne’s mother looked like at the ball.

"Apparently, somebody took more than he gave at the charity ball," Bridget quipped. "So you came home from your detective work suffering from blue balls. How ever did you manage?"

“Yeah, Dad. That’s not like you,” Whitney commented before rethinking the situation. “Hold on! Who did you screw back here?”

Harvey shook his head as he didn’t want to answer.

“No secrets, Harv,” Bridget reminded, which caused him to mumbled a name.

“Who?” Whitney pressed until her father said the name. “What?! You fucked Cheyenne?!”

“Holy shit,” Sean whispered in awe. His response first came because of the busty Bumble Girl’s hotness, then he felt his dick rise as Sean realized that Harvey had his cock inside a mother and daughter probably an hour apart tops.

“Dad! How could you? Cheyenne’s my enemy!” Whitney screamed, slapping her father’s chest before punching his shoulder.

“Wait, I thought you two were cool last night,” Sean pointed out.

“We worked out our beef…the same night when my dad fucked her!” Whitney realized.

“So you two are good then,” Harvey remarked, deciding not to mention the encore at the ball. However, Bridget seemed to have a sixth sense as she mockingly shook her head at him.

“But you didn’t know that when you decided to fuck her,” Whitney complained.

Having a feeling that Whitney wouldn’t let her complaints drop anytime soon, Bridget moved the conversation along. She brought up the man from the emergency room and how she and Harvey thought he worked for The Stinging Truth.

“So he’s the guy who you think wrote those articles?” Sean asked, thinking mostly about the allegation of a lovechild for his mom and Harvey.

“Yes, we do,” Harvey confirmed, eager to move on from his sexual deeds. “When Graham came to the hospital, I passed everything I knew onto him. In return, he contacted Mayor Dunkley and set up a meeting for me with another interested party.

Harvey paused as he hesitated to reveal the next part. He knew precisely what his daughter’s reaction would be.

“After Cassandra’s service, I met Fiona in her family’s crypt.”

“Fiona? Fiona Wynwick? What the fuck, Dad!” Whitney’s horror rose further as another thought hit her. “Ohmigawd! You better not have fucked her too!”

“Yes, did you sleep with your family’s mortal enemy, Harv?” Bridget inquired, barely able to hold in her laughter at the teenager’s reaction.

Meanwhile, Sean’s head seemed to be on a swivel as it repeatedly swung back and forth.

“No, I did not, nor have I ever slept with Fiona,” Harvey stated.

“Semantics, Father.”

“I did not screw, fuck, or suck Fiona!”

“But you’d like to.”

“Bridget!” Harvey and Whitney squealed.

“Sorry,” the blonde doctor replied, not meaning it one bit. “Okay, that’s enough about spreading the legend of Big Dick Diamond for now. I think somebody else in this cabin has a tale to tell.”

Harvey’s attention swung toward Bridget in surprise.

“Damn, Doc. You went to work fast last night,” Whitney gushed.

“What? No, not me. I’m talking about Sean.”

“Really?” both Diamonds said.

“Yes, really,” Bridget confirmed, rolling her eyes.

“This better not be about Skye’s blowjob or the one I gave you in Uncle Dalton’s office. Cause those are old news,” Whitney declared.’

“Not to me,” Harvey said, wondering about Skye’s skills.

“Go on, honey. Tell them about your tryst,” Bridget prodded. At first, it was a verbal prod, but it turned physical after Sean whined about having to do so.

Reluctantly, Sean began his tale when Whitney left him in his wheelchair with the Sugarbees. Immediately, the cheer captain jumped to conclusions.

“Bianca fucked you?! That wasn’t part of the truce.”

“It wasn’t Bianca,” Bridget corrected. “Listen.”

Harvey listened and found Sean’s uncomfortable re-telling of how Bianca, Yelena, and Jasmine gave him quite the explicit lapdance to be entertaining. Simultaneously, his daughter muttered comments about Sugarbees being strippers in training. Only when Sean reached the part about Caterina barging in did she shut up from her running monologue.

“She violated the truce? Cheer property? That’s a good one.”

“Shush!” Harvey and Bridget sounded.

**** to be quiet, Whitney’s expression slowly morphed into a mixture of shock and anger as she realized who fucked Sean. At one point, when her mouth shot open, Harvey covered it with his hand, causing her to fidget in protest. Eventually, Sean wound down his tale, leaving Whitney finally able to speak.

“Oh, I’m going kill Cat! How dare she threaten the truce I negotiated? And even worse, she knew I had plans to fuck my rescuer and still had the nerve to cut in line! That’s unacceptable from my co-captain. That’s a violation of cheer rules. Isn’t it, Bridget?”

“Every cheer squad tends to make their own rules, but it does violate the spirit of the cheer code,” the former cheer captain agreed.

“I don’t care about the spirit. Cat fucked a guy she knew I had plans for before I did. That’s violates the Whitney code!”

Probably best if I don’t mention that Sean’s not the only guy in this room that Cat fucked before her, Harvey mused, deciding to sit out of this conversation. He snapped out of his thoughts to hear Whitney threatening more girls.

“No! You will not blame the girls for what Cat did,” Sean ordered.

“Screw that! Kizzy, Harley, and YoYo played lookout for this…transgression!”

“They didn’t want to. They only listened to Cat because of your stupid cheer rules,” Sean snapped. Whitney’s gasp far surpassed Bridget’s. “If anything, you should thank them.”

“Thank them? Thank them?! Are you on your nutty pills again?” Whitney challenged.

“You should thank them for being so worried about me that they tried to break down the door to save me.”

“Oh, they did that?” Whitney took a long pause to think over the new development. “Fine. I’ll allow it. But don’t think they’re getting rewarded. The best they get from me is neutrality over this indiscretion.”

“I hope you have a solid punishment in store for Caterina,” Bridget hinted.

“Bee!” Harvey finally said something.

“The cheer hierarchy must be upheld, Harvey. You wouldn’t understand.”

"Damn straight, he doesn't," Whitney declared before turning her stare in Sean's direction. "And I hope you don't think Cat Quill is better at sex than me. I'm on a whole 'nother level."

“That’s my girl,” Bridget responded with pride.

Everyone in the room watched as the gears clearly moved in the current cheerleader’s brain. A few nods, a headshake, and some unspoken words followed from her deliberation. Finally, a mischievous smirk appeared as the teenager stood up. Surprisingly, when she crossed over to the other couch, she went to Bridget instead of Sean.

Harvey and Sean watched in puzzlement and concern as Whitney leaned in to whisper her plan to Bridget. Sean didn’t feel comfortable by the way his mom’s face lit up.

“Oh, that sounds delightfully naughty,” Bridget remarked as she and Whitney stood up. “Be back in a bit, boys. Don’t leave.”

Sean looked over at Harvey in fear. However, the older man merely smiled as he watched the two blondes walk down to the master bedroom.