{Day 4} Breaking Point

Zack woke up to feel Chloe’s naked body in his arms. Her red hair was a splash of scarlet across his chest, and her even, rhythmic breathing let Zack know that she was still asleep.

He was content to lay there with Chloe in his arms all morning, but he also knew that he couldn’t. Not only because he had three other girls who’d want to spend some time with him today, but because Chloe might not want anyone to know she lost her virginity last night.

So, Zack carefully slipped Chloe onto the bed and rose from it. She stayed sleeping soundly, and he couldn’t stop his small smile. Despite the rapid evolution of their relationship, he knew Chloe like his own self, and she was a damn heavy sleeper. He pulled on his boxers and shorts. He couldn’t find his shirt, so he simply decided to leave it there.

He pressed a kiss to Chloe’s forehead, and then left her bedroom, heading towards his.

But what he found when he opened his bedroom door surprised him.

Heather Ravers lay in his bed, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of panties. Unlike when it was on Ashley, his shirt wasn’t huge on Heather. For one thing, she was a good bit taller than Ashley, and far bustier. Bustier than Chloe, who had some very sizable tits.

There was a thin strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of Zack’s shirt. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra when he saw the lacy pink bra on the floor. He gave her sleeping form an admiring glance, before grabbing a fresh set of clothes and heading into the bathroom to shower.

———

When he emerged from the shower, Heather had woken up, but was still laying in bed. She was on her phone, presumedly scrolling through her social media pages.

“Hey, Zack.” Heather smiled at him when he emerged.

“Hey. Notice you slept on my pillow last night.” Zack grinned at her.

“Yeah, well, you were off somewhere with Chloe.” Heather shrugged but a smile on her face showed she didn’t have any harsh feelings.

“Yeah, I guess I was.” Zack admitted. Heather sat up and slid out of bed. Zack swallowed at the sight of her long bare legs, and those big, beautiful boobs stretching out the fabric of his shirt.

He reached her, and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, tugging her against him to kiss her heatedly. Zack enjoyed how she arched up against him, mashing her boobs into his chest as their lips mashed passionately. Heather tossed her dark hair, wrapped her arms around Zack’s neck, and tugged him down onto the bed. On top of her.

Heather and Zack made out for a long time, until there was a knock on the door.

“Zack?” Monica’s voice came. Zack started, and Heather let out a soft laugh. She flipped the two of them over, then she pushed up off of Zack’s chest and walked towards the door.

“I can..” Zack began to offer, but Heather had already opened the door.

“Heather.” Monica’s voice said in surprise, and Heather leaned against the door, and Zack watched his mother lean slightly around Heather’s head to see Zack laying on the bed. He sat up and gave his mother an awkward wave.

“I just came to ask if you two wanted some breakfast.” Monica said.

Zack got up and crossed the room to stand behind Heather.

“Is Chloe up yet?” Zack wondered.

“No, I was going to get her up next.” Monica shook her head. Zack noticed that her voluptuous body was poured into a tight red blouse and even tighter white jeans.

“I’ll wake Chloe up.” Zack volunteered.

“Great. I’ll get dressed then.” Heather said, and gave Zack a light peck on the lips before she walked back inside Zack’s bedroom. Zack stepped out of the room and closed the door.

He kissed his mother on the cheek and then headed down the row of bedrooms, and opened Chloe’s door. He entered it to find her still sleeping.

He walked over to her side, and knelt down by her bed. He shook her shoulder gently, and her clear blue eyes fluttered open.

“Zack.” her face split into a small smile. Zack smiled back, and leaned in to kiss her lightly.

“It’s breakfast time. I’ve already been to my room and showered. You need to do the same. Not in my room, obviously, but you should shower. You, uh, well, you smell like sex.” Zack grinned at his best friend. Chloe gave a slightly shy smile, and he squeezed her shoulder affectionately before standing up and walked towards Chloe’s bedroom door.

Just before he left, though, he glanced over his shoulder and saw her watching him. He gave her a broad smile, and she smiled back at him, and Zack enjoyed seeing how beautiful she was when she smiled.

He opened the door, stepped through it, and then closed it behind him.

———

Brooke Lakefield sipped from her coffee cup, and looked up at the morning sky. She’d always been an early riser, and had been up for hours. She’d seen a practically comatose Robert come into the kitchen, grab a mug of coffee, and stumble back to his bedroom.

Then she had went out onto the east-facing deck, and watched the sun rise. Then, she’d been content to simply sit in the quiet, listening to the chirp of the birds waking up, and watching the sunlight reflect on the dew of the grass.

The deck door slid open, and Brooke turned towards the sound, and was surprised to see Zack Bishop, the handsome boy her daughter was dating, standing there, looking a bit awkward.

“Hi, Zack.” Brooke smiled kindly at him.

“Hey, Ms. Lakefield.” Zack waved.

“You can just call me Brooke.” she said, letting the faintest amount of suggestion enter her words. From Zack’s expression, she could tell he picked up on it. She wished she could see whether or not he was receptive to it, but he plopped down in the seat next to her, so he couldn’t be too averse to her.

“So, uh, Brooke, how long you been up?” Zack asked to fill the silence.

“Oh, since the sunrise. I’ve always been a very early riser. A trait my daughter didn’t inherit.” Brooke joked, and Zack laughed.

“True.” he grinned sideways at Brooke, and she hated the little pitter-patter in her heart at the sight of his sexy smirk. She desperately wished that her daughter’s boyfriend wasn’t the guy catching her eye, but it appeared her wish wasn’t coming true.

The door slid open again, and Zack and Brooke looked backwards in startling unison, and saw Brandon Cole coming out onto the deck. He paused when he saw Zack, but didn’t stop. He had the smug swagger of a guy who thought he was hot shit, but Brooke didn’t think he was anybody of real importance.

As far as she could gather, he was the high school quarterback, but his high school years were over. They’d graduated, yet he still had the mindset that he was somebody special. What a weirdo.

Brooke took a calm sip of her coffee, and then Brandon lashed out. He slammed his fist into Zack’s face, and the boy lurched sideways, tipping into Brooke’s lap. Her coffee cup went flying, splashing hot fluid onto the deck.

“You’re such a little shit, Bishop!” Brandon roared. He grabbed Zack’s leg and yanked him out of Brooke’s lap. She rose to her feet as Zack smacked into the deck floor.

“Brandon, stop!” Brooke said, and stepped towards the angry boy, but he shoved her backwards. She stumbled and landed hard on the deck, and a small cry of pain escaped her lips. She heard Zack shout her name, and then there was a loud thud. She scooted herself up into a sitting position and saw that Zack had kicked Brandon in the stomach, and regained his footing. Brandon was doubled over in pain.

“Brandon, you need to calm down.” Zack said peacefully, hands up.

“You stole my fucking girlfriend! And then your bitch sister-“ Brandon seethed, but was cut off by Zack punching him in the face.

“Don’t you dare call my sister a bitch.” Zack said angrily. Brandon roared and charged Zack, tackling him off of the deck and into the grassy yard. Fortunately, they were right in front of the staircase, otherwise Brooke feared they might have simply tumbled over the railing. The two boys scrambled to their feet and Brandon charged, and slammed his head into Zack’s chest.

With surprising strength, Brandon hefted Zack up and then slammed him down onto his back.

The deck door slid open quickly and Damon Woodsen ran out onto the deck, down the steps and raced towards the two boys. Ashley Woodsen appeared on the deck, looking on worriedly.

Brooke turned her attention back to the yard and saw that Damon was restraining Brandon, who was raging, flailing out wildly trying to get to Zack.

One of his flailing arms caught Damon in the face and the man stumbled, and Brandon dived for Zack, but Zack was ready. He lifted his legs and caught Brandon’s chest with a brutal kick that left the boy gasping for breath. Damon grabbed him and hauled his ass onto the ground. Ashley ran forwards to Zack as soon as it became clear Brandon wasn’t getting free of Damon’s hold. Zack spit blood into the grass before the blond girl reached him.

Ashley dropped to her knees and helped him up. Brooke placed a hand over her mouth as she saw how Zack limped across the yard towards the deck, with Ashley helping him walk.

When Zack and Ashley reached the steps, he leaned heavily onto his girlfriend and she had to support him up the steps. Brooke came over to help Ashley manage the last two steps, and Zack reached up to touch her arm.

She looked at him in surprise.

“Brooke... are you alright? He shoved you pretty hard.” Zack asked in concern.

“He shoved you?” Ashley repeated.

“Yes, he did. And I’m fine.” Brooke said truthfully, and placed a hand atop Zack’s. He gave her a smile, and Brooke saw his teeth were red from his bleeding lip.

“Oh, Zack.” Brooke said softly.

“C’mon. Your mom’s a doctor, Zack.” Ashley urged, and tugged Zack inside.

———

Zack hated that he had to lean on Ashley so much, and she was clearly struggling, but his leg throbbed with pain from where Brandon had slammed him into both the deck and the yard.

Brandon was really strong, something you couldn’t exactly tell from looking at him.

“Zack!” Monica gasped and quickly stood up from her place eating breakfast beside Sarah.

Monica rushed over to Zack’s side, and Zack couldn’t deny that her tight hug felt great.

“Mom... I’m fine, really. My lip’s bleeding and I’m really sore, but nothing’s wrong with me, not really.” Zack waved her off.

“I’ll be the judge of that, honey.” Monica cupped his cheek, and she slipped his other arm around her shoulders. As much as Zack hated being babied, he couldn’t deny that taking some of the weight off his leg helped matters.

With both Monica and Ashley helping him, Zack made it quickly to the couch, and plopped down.

Monica gave him a quick evaluation, with a little poking and prodding, but she eventually leaned back, satisfied.

“You need some ice on your lip and on some of the spots where it’s sore, but you’re right, nothing is broken.” Monica affirmed.

“I can get some ice.” Ashley volunteered, and hurried towards the kitchen.

Zack sighed as Monica ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re lucky that you’ll only be left with bruises. Brandon’s known for getting into fights where the other guy is usually much worse off. Of course, nobody can prove he was the other fighter, but everyone knows.” Monica rambled a bit, and Zack leaned his head on his mother’s shoulder.

“Mom. I’m fine.” Zack assured her.

“Fine. You’ll probably get enough coddling from your girlfriends, anyway.” Monica nodded. She left hurriedly, and Zack was distracted by Ashley coming back with his ice.

Her petite body was dressed in blue cut off jeans and a pink tank top.

“Hey, hero.” Ashley murmured, and sat down in his lap. She lifted a paper towel to wipe the blood off of his lip, and then she pressed ice in a Ziploc bag onto his ice.

“You know, after this, I’m not kissing you for a while. Your lips’ll be all cold.” Ashley wrinkled her nose. Zack laughed. He had to admit, he liked the feeling of her in his lap, and he lifted one of his hands to play idly with her long blond hair. Ashley’s lips curved into a smile, and she leaned in to kiss Zack’s neck, and he sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar feeling.

Ashley drew back from his neck, her eyes sparkling.

Chloe came up to Zack and Ashley, and glanced at Ashley sitting in Zack’s lap once, before turning her attention to Zack.

“Are you OK? Your mom told me you got into a fight with Brandon.” Chloe asked worriedly.

“I’m fine. My lip’s bleeding a little bit and I’m sore, but I’m ok.” Zack assured her.

“Good. Then, um, I need to talk to you. In private.” Chloe said, glancing to Ashley.

“Fine.” Ashley sighed, “I know when I’m not wanted.”

She kissed Zack’s neck again, and then she handed the ice to Chloe, who took it wordlessly as Ashley headed towards her mother. She sat opposite Sarah, and kept her eyes trained on Zack and Chloe.

“What is it?” Zack murmured as Chloe clearly had something secret to say. Chloe sat down beside Zack, and placed the ice on his lip, and started whispering in his ear.

“Zack, you cummed inside me, and well, I’m not on birth control. I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to be a mom yet. What do I do?” Chloe whispered worriedly. She took the ice off his lip so he could talk.

“I think you should talk to Ashley, honestly. I don’t really know the answer to your question, and she probably not only does, but with Hannah as her older sister, probably can remember what her sister did in a similar situation.” Zack whispered back. Chloe looked mortified, and Zack lifted his arm up to place it on her lower back.

“C’mon, Chlo. Trust me. She’ll keep it secret if you ask her to.” Zack assured her quietly. Chloe gave him a nod, and then she handed him the ice and hurried over to Ashley. Zack placed the ice on his lip and settled back against the couch. He saw the shapely figure of Brooke Lakefield heading towards him, and presumed she wanted to check on him.

———

Chloe walked up to Ashley, absolutely mortified at what she’d have to do.

“A-Ashley. Zack said I should talk to you about something, um, private.” Chloe said weakly. Sarah held up her hands.

“Say no more. I’ll go check on the dashing hero.” Sarah winked at the two girls, and headed over to where Brooke and Zack were talking quietly. Chloe noticed that Heather’s mom was sitting very close to Zack, and Ashley’s mom sat down on his other side, just as close.

“Alright, what’s up?” Ashley asked curiously, probably wondering why Chloe chose her to confide in. She never would have without Zack’s advice.

“W-well, um, uh, last night, you see, um, Zack and I, we... well, we had sex.” Chloe said in a weak voice. Ashley’s eyebrows rose.

“Was it your first time?” she asked curiously. Chloe flushed.

“That’s private!” she said, embarrassed.

Ashley rolled her eyes.

“Chloe, this is what girls talk about. You just don’t know that because you spend all your time with Zack and Gavin.” Ashley grinned.

“O-oh. Ok, but, um, Ashley, Zack, he, uh-“ Chloe began, but Ashley cut in.

“Was he an amazing first time?” she asked inquisitively.

Chloe flushed harder.

“Y-yes.” she admitted. Ashley looked gleeful at that news.

“Ok, you were saying?” Ashley prompted Chloe to continue.

“R-right. Zack, he, um, well, inside me.” Chloe blushed.

“Oh.” Ashley realized what Chloe was trying to say, “Are you on birth control?”

“N-no.” Chloe shook her head.

“Alright. We’ll get you a morning after pill. Also, do you have lingerie, by any chance?” Ashley pondered. Chloe shook her head.

“So you were just wearing plain department store underwear weren’t you?” Ashley clicked her tongue.

Chloe nodded.

“Did Zack seem disappointed?” Ashley questioned. Chloe shook her head.

“N-no. I was embarrassed I wasn’t wearing something sexy like I know you or Heather probably do, but he didn’t make me feel... well, he made me feel gorgeous.” Chloe blushed. Ashley took her hands and smiled kindly at her.

“Now you’re getting the hang of girl talk. C’mon. Would you rather my mom or your mom take us shopping?” Ashley asked.

“Neither?” Chloe whispered shyly.

“Who, then?” Ashley lifted an eyebrow.

“W-what about Mrs. Bishop? She’s like a mother to me.” Chloe said.

“So, by that logic, you just banged your brother.” Ashley smirked. Chloe shuddered.

“Stop being gross, Ashley.” Chloe said.

“I’m fine with asking Zack’s mom. But you do realize you’ll have to tell her that her son cummed inside you, right?” Ashley checked. Chloe hadn’t realized that, but she’d rather Mrs. Bishop know than her own mother. Her mother would make it a big, flamboyant deal, and Chloe didn’t want that.

“I know.” Chloe nodded.

“Alright, come on, then.” Ashley said, and led Chloe away.

———

Later that morning, after Ashley had announced a shopping trip she was taking with Monica and Chloe, and Heather and Victoria had stolen Zack away to his room, Robert Ravers sighed as Brooke’s phone got a text.

“Kurt’s outside. His parents couldn’t spare any time to stay and talk, but they dropped him off. He’s here.” Brooke answered.

“The Smiths are heading home in two days, which’ll free up some space here, but not if people keep showing up. How long’s Kurt going to be here?” Robert asked wearily.

“Until the trip ends.” Brooke answered. Robert let out a loud sigh. Sarah walked into the room, and picked up on the mood.

“Oh, no. Not Kurt.” she sighed.

“Kurt.” Robert nodded grimly.

“He’s not that bad!” Brooke insisted, and went to the front door to let her nephew in.

———

19-year-old Kurt Johnson grinned at his Aunt Brooke as she opened the front door of the Ravers cabin.

His aunt was a beauty of a woman, with long dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and some lovely medium-sized breasts, along with a fit ass from the yoga she did.

“Hey, auntie.” Kurt smirked, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. His aunt hugged him back just as tightly, and Kurt enjoyed her big titties against his chest.

Of course, her boobs were nothing compared to her daughter’s. Mmmmm, Kurt’s cousin was a hot little minx. He’d love to see her tits bouncing while he plowed her. He probably could manage that this trip as well.

Kurt let go of Brooke and stepped around her, walking into the cabin while she walked behind his trailing suitcase.

“Hey, Mrs. Woodsen. Uncle Robby.” Kurt grinned.

Sarah Woodsen had enormous tits, and her curvaceous body was the product of several sex dreams of Kurt’s. Usually alongside her two daughters. Her elder daughter had the better rack between Sarah’s offspring, but the younger had the better ass.

“Hello, Kurt.” Sarah said in a flat voice. He walked in for a hug, and she sighed and let him hug her. He squeezed her just as tightly as he’d squeezed his aunt, but unlike with Brooke, Kurt pressed his half-hard cock against his aunt’s friend’s stomach. That’s when she squeezed him back. He smirked inwardly. No woman had yet to resist his big dick and his natural charisma.

Except Heather, of course, but that would change soon.

“Where’s my cousin?” Kurt asked after shaking Robert’s hands.

“Oh, I think Logan wanted to sleep in late today.” Brooke said.

“I meant Heather.” Kurt specified.

“She’s with her boyfriend.” Robert answered.

“Her what?” Kurt blinked.

“Boyfriend. She’s dating Zack Bishop.” Sarah filled in helpfully.

“The Bishops are here?” Kurt asked, eyebrows raising. Monica Bishop was a hot-ass MILF with big tits that rivaled Sarah’s. Plus, she had that whole unsated woman vibe that Sarah didn’t have. Kurt suspected Damon Woodsen knew what a catch he had, and used that pussy regularly.

Yet, Kurt had a truly magnificent cock, and Sarah had obviously enjoyed it being pressed against her.

“Yup.” Brooke nodded, “So are the McRoses, the Smiths, and Brandon Cole. Oh, and Victoria Walker.”

“Brandon’s gone. Damon just took him back to his mother in his car. He was pissed as hell. Brandon won’t be back. I’m not sure if Damon will be back either. I had to force him onto this trip.” Sarah admitted. Robert laughed at that.

“So. Where am I sleeping?” Kurt grinned.

“Well, we’re not sure. We’re going to be re-arranging the teens’ sleeping quarters today, so we’ll make sure you get a bed to sleep in.” Brooke answered. Kurt nodded at her.

“Alright.” he said. Kurt had lots of plans running through his head. Sarah would be very available, considering her husband was gone. Monica’s husband never went on trips, so she was probably her alone, too. How great for Kurt.