Sunny Awakening, Shameful Reflections

Whitney paused before entering the master suite. Backing up a few steps, she knocked softly on the den's door. Unlike her father's bedroom, his home office didn't have soundproof walls, so the teen heard the exclamation through the wooden door.

The door whipped open to reveal a hair tousled, panting blonde with worried eyes. Dropping her own gaze down to the skimpy, lacy babydoll that she'd borrowed Chastity, Whitney noted how it struggled to contain the busty receptionist's heaving bosom. Throwing a quick glance behind her, Whitney sighed with relief that none of the young men in the cabin could see Chastity's current look. And she also felt justified in making sure that the den door had been locked last night. With the way things went last night, the ditzy blonde might have had an unwelcome horny guest or two.

"Good morning, good morning. Early in the morning, I say good morning," Chastity weakly sang. " Hello, and how are you?"

"Up way too early and tired," Whitney answered honestly.

"Kitty whiskers! I oversized overslept!" the slightly older blonde announced in a semi-panic. Turning around, she hurried back into the room, searching for the clothes she wore yesterday. "Let me get dressed and whip up breakfast."

"That's okay, Chastity. My dad made breakfast this--" Whitney started to explain as she followed the nervous blonde into the den, shutting the door behind her.

"All by himself?! Oh, dear, oh, my..."

"No, Mrs. Tarver, I mean, Bridget is helping him."

"He needed a doctor to help him?!" Chastity's head swung around to show her horrified face. Whitney watched as her lip started to quiver. "I-I'm going to g-get written up, aren't I?"

"Written up? Wha...Chastity Kulp!" Whitney neared shrieked, further frightening the other woman. "How many times do we have to tell you this? You're not at work. You're not an employee right now. You're our guest. It's not your responsibility to serve anyone."

"B-But..."

"No buts. The parents, or older adults, have a rotation worked out for breakfast. This morning was my dad's turn. He roped me into helping. Bridget also volunteered, even though I think tomorrow is her regular turn."

"Heavens to Betsy! You see? That's why I'm a lazy lass!" Whitney had to bite her lip to not laugh at Chastity's line. "This is my one morning, so that means I'm a rude guest."

"No, you're not a rude guest. You're an unexpected guest, who we're happy to have," Whitney didn't want to reveal that her unexpected appearance came because her uncle sent the wrong type of employee. I'd rather not shock Chastity with the real reason I wanted a hot employee here for Dad.

"Poo on a stick," the usually bubbly blonde responded grumpily. "Grandma always said not to be a rude guest. Or was that Great-Grandma? No, I think it was Great-Aunt--"

"Chastity."

"Oh! Fudgeberries, that means I have to leave now."

"Leave now? Why?" Whitney asked the crestfallen blonde.

"For Pete's sake, Miss Diamond, if I'm not helping as a guest, then I'm rude and need to leave."

"First off, never call me Miss Diamond. When the hell did you start doing that? Oh, right, right, no swearing. Sorry," Whitney apologized. "And second: You can't leave yet. Not until after ice skating."

"Ice skating?" Chastity's grumpy disposition turned sunny.

"Yes, ice skating, and you're absolutely coming with us. You do like ice skating, right?"

"Leaping lizards! Do I ever...but I don't want to impose."

"Chastity, if you don't go ice skating, I WILL make sure that my dad writes you up. Got that?" Whitney fake threatened. Despite being tired and cranky, the big smile on the face of the Diamond Corp's legacy employee brightened Whitney's mood. Moving to cut off any disagreement, the young cabin hostess added, "And don't worry about clothes or skates. I'll find you some to borrow."

"Holy smoke! You're the bestest!" Chastity threw her arms around the teen for a giant hug. Pulling back, the bubbly blonde studied the teen. Her face scrunched up after she sniffed and continued to peer intently.

"What?"

"Sweet Christmas, you cuddled," Chastity spoke in a hushed voice. She appeared torn between happiness and wariness for the buxom teen.

"Cuddle? Oh, ooh! Yeah, yeah, I guess I kinda did that," Whitney nodded. "Well, I guess that part that comes before cuddling, but I didn't cuddle afterward. Not the right person."

"Kitty whiskers," Chastity shook her head in sadness before brightening back up. "Don't let that ruin a sunny morning. Prince Charming is right around the corner."

"Yeah, I bet he is," Whitney chuckled, not believing it for one second. "How about you go have your breakfast while I find you some clothes, okay?"

"Okey dokey!" Chastity put down her clothes and purse. Starting to walk toward the door, she came to an abrupt stop as Whitney's hand halted her.

"Uh, you might want to get dressed first," the teen suggested, flicking her hand at the borrowed black and pink babydoll. "Wearing that might cause you to get cuddled."

"Cudd--Sweet Christmas!"

Bracing himself, Jared took a deep breath before opening the French doors. Then he took a second. And a third.

After the sixth, the stocky teen opened the door, revealing the kitchen and dining room occupants. Peyton, Finn, and Ellie sat at the table closest to him. Robin, RJ, and Cheyenne ate their breakfast in the middle of the dining room with Kimberly at the far end, angrily nursing her coffee. Wishing to avoid several of those table occupants, Jared moved toward the kitchen, where the Strattons, Mrs. Tarver, and Mr. Diamond greeted him warmly.

"Morning, sweetie," Rachel said from her seat. Bridget added a similar greeting and a kiss to his cheek.

"Uh, morning, everyone," Jared responded warily.

"Donuts?" Harvey inquired, mimicking a game show host as he motioned toward the various treats on the kitchen island.

"Sure!" Placing a handful on a plate, Jared missed the continuing breakfast competition between Harvey and Bridget. After pouring a glass of milk, the teen faced a dilemma. Where should he sit and who to avoid? Deciding to pick the least worrisome person, he moved toward the end of the table near Peyton and Finn.

"Hey," Peyton barely acknowledged, lost in her own thoughts.

"Sleep well?" Finn asked cheekily with a knowing grin.

"Not really," Jared replied, praying that was all Finn would ask. He knew of all his bunkroom mates that Finn and Sean would be the most inquisitive as to why he didn't sleep there last night.

Slowly eating his donuts while staring down at his plate and his glass of milk, Jared began to feel the eyes of several people on him. Terrified, he glanced up to find he didn't imagine it. Deciding to just get it over with, he braced himself as he asked, "What?"

Robin and Ellie blushed while Polly squeaked. Peyton and Cheyenne shook their heads in sympathy as Kimberly chuckled. Only Finn appeared willing to speak.

"Uh, you probably don't want or need to hear this, but...you're parents were quite vocal this morning."

"Vocal?"

"Loud," Finn said, tilting his head with a you-know-what-I-mean look.

"Oh...OH!" Jared cringed.

"Yes, they interrupted me this morning. A damn shame," Kimberly stated, winking from across the table.

Dropping his attention back to his plate, Jared's gaze caught a portion of glaze oozing out of a half-eaten donut. That brought back uncomfortable images.

Jared woke with a start as something tickled his balls. As he jerked awake, the teen heard a grunt as his dick lodged deeper into a throat. Barely gagging, the girl kept her head down, breathing heavily through her nose as she continued her work. Dropping his head back on the pillow, Jared reveled in the wonderful feeling of a morning blowjob.

The girl showed her experience as she worked his cock like a pro. Sucking on the mushroom head while pumping his shaft with her delicate hand, the girl sent waves of pleasure through his body with every suck. With a typical morning's sluggish brain, Jared worked to recall who had slept over last night. Is it Andrea? Jared shook off the idea that it could be his math tutor, who he'd turned the tables on to make his student. No, this girl isn't a rookie like Andrea. So that's got to make it Leann. The teen nodded at the guess of his friend and most frequent sex buddy. Wait, it's Christmas break. That means Lark is in town. Jared waited for a second mouth to join the first, but Leann's older sister either wasn't in bed with them, or she still slept.

Hold up; I'm not in my bed. I'm at Mr. Diamond's cabin! And I was messing around with that big-titted brunette last night. What was her name? Robin? No! That was the jailbait's name. Oh, gawd, please tell me I didn't fuck up. Please tell me it's not Robin. Please tell me that it's her cousin...Yes! That's who it must be. Dakota? No, Cheyenne!

"Ugh! Yesss...punish meeEEE!!"

Jared's eyes shot open as he heard a scream from a different room. Staring at the ceiling, he realized that he wasn't in the bunkroom. Slowly, piece by piece, the night began to come back to him.

"Yes, oh, yes!"

Lifting his head slightly, Jared saw the platinum hair on the bobbing head that he prayed wouldn't be there. Sagging back against the pillow again, he closed his eyes tightly, hoping that he'd wake up from this horrible dream.

"I was a bad wifey; punish me!"

A slap could be heard as the voice became clear to Jared.

Mom?! Oh, fuck, no. The teen groaned in his head as the remaining memories of last night came roaring back. Shame and disgust at what happened caused a physical reaction.

"What the hell?" Kimberly swore, raising her head from the softening cock.

"Only if--ahh--you want me toooOO!!"

"No, no, no!" Jared moaned in despair. Reaching behind him, the horrified teen grabbed the pillow. Wrapping it around the back of his head, he attempted to cover his ears to block out the sounds of his parents--specifically his mother---having sex.

In front of him, Ms. Goose's face darkened as she began to realize that her fun had faded and the reason why. Speaking in a stern voice that Jared couldn't hear fully but could occasionally read on her lips, the devious woman worked to get his head right. Well, right for what she wanted.

Jared refused all attempts to pry the pillow away from his ears. The star linebacker's muscles easily proved stronger than the forty-year-old woman. Of course, a little thing like strength wasn't about to deter Kimberly.

"Owww!" Jared squealed as the evil divorcée's fingernails dug into his balls.

"Knock off the fake regret shit," the platinum blonde hissed. "You were down for this last night, and I'm not done. You're going to do whatever I want this morning."

"Whatever you want!" came from his parents' room.

"See, Mommy agrees," Kimberly smirked. That smirk vanished as Jared slapped her hand away.

"Get off me!"

"What's wrong, sugar?" the older woman inquired, poorly mimicking Gabriela's voice. "You didn't have a problem doing whatever Mommy wanted last night."

Jared shuddered as he recalled the role-playing that went on in that very room, in that very bed last night.

"I was drunk and horny."

"So that's to blame for turning into the Incredible Hunky Son? I think not," Kimberly cackled. "You got a love jones for Mommy."

"Your fault. It's all your fault," Jared stated shakily. Pushing the older woman off him, he hopped out of the bed. "Y-You put those thoughts into my head. You c-cursed me, you witch!"

"Witch, huh? Don't think I've heard that one in years. Usually, it's bitch, but whatever," the platinum witch said, shrugging as she slid to the floor.

Moving away from the crawling enchantress, Jared's back hit the door.

It took defusing multiple attempts at reenergizing his cock before Kimberly gave up in a huff. Grabbing her robe, she warned Jared that he'd be sorry as she left the hobby room. Falling back against the closed door, the teen felt a smidgeon of relief until his eyes caught sight of his mom's skimpy robe. The one that Kimberly stole and used in her playacting.

"Hey, what happened last night?"

Jared snapped out his daydream. Looking up from his half-empty glass of milk, he noticed that Finn and Peyton had left the table. Cheyenne had moved to temporarily replace Peyton so that she could ask her question.

"Last night?" Jared gulped, struggling to maintain his composure. "Oh, I must have passed out. Shit, I'm really sorry. I mean, really, really sorry."

"Oh, okay. That's what I figured."

"Uh, what did you do after I left, I mean, fell asleep?" Jared asked, mostly to ask anything.

"Me?" Cheyenne's face reddened. "Uh, I fell asleep too. I must have been exhausted."

"Yeah, I bet you were," Robin muttered from her seat. Next to her, Polly started choking on her waffle.

Jared didn't catch the dirty look that his almost-lover shot her younger cousin. Instead, he noticed that the naked guy that he'd seen on the sofa downstairs had worked his way upstairs. Fortunately, he'd dressed.

"Why yes, I did sleep well, thank you for your concern, Mr. Diamond," Vance answered, completely missing the hidden meaning in Harvey's question.

"Hey, Vance!" Ellie yelled, hoping to get her cousin's attention. "Are you sure that your dad's plans are still on for today?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Dammit," Ellie cursed under breath.

"That sucks," Robin added.

"Uh, what's the problem?" Jared asked, hoping to avoid any more questions from Cheyenne.

"We can't go with you to the pond," Robin replied grumpily. Noticing his confused face, the sixteen-year-old her eyes. "For ice skating, ya know."

"Oh, right."

"That's too bad. It would've been fun to have more people with us," Polly managed to say.

"You're going? I thought you and your mother were leaving," Kimberly remarked.

"We're going ice skating first. After that, we'll head back to town," Polly replied, looking at the older woman as if she'd grown a second head. Who would skip ice skating unless they had to?

"Don't worry, dear cousin. My father's plans are so much better than ice skating. You'll see," Vance proclaimed.

"I'll bet they aren't," Cheyenne muttered.

"Someone save us," Robin pleaded loudly.

"That's a shame," Rachel remarked, feeling bad for the younger girl. "But we will see you again on New Year's Eve, right?"

"Only death would keep us from missing such a grand gala," Vance responded in his usual over-the-top fashion.

"One can only hope it does keep you away," Cheyenne remarked, earning a giggle from Robin and a slap on the arm from Ellie.

Who the hell slept with him last night? Harvey wondered, shaking his head at Vance's act. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't fool around with his mother last night. Cordelia and Cheyenne bring different potential problems but seem well worth it. Gawd, I really hope it wasn't Whitney, he continued but with a sinking feeling.