The Boy is Mine

"Boorrinngg!"

Clive and Peyton turned to look at Rachel after finishing up their quick kiss. The glassy-eyed ginger stood just past her husband and her daughter's best friend in the kitchen, shaking her head in disappointment.

"You both know the rules. A kiss under the mistletoe requires passion, not...that."

"I think that was perfectly fine, Rachel. I mean, it is Peyton here, and that makes it a weird kiss. If you were sober, you would get that," Clive explained to his disapproving wife. Standing next to him, Peyton nodded in agreement.

"Bunch of sticks in the mud, that's what you two are!" the redhead exclaimed with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, I'll have to show you how it's done."

The usually reserved mother surprised both of them by moving forward, grabbing Peyton's cheeks, and performing her drunken idea of a passionate kiss. A sloppy kiss, Peyton's eyes looked over Rachel's shoulder in shock at Clive, whose equally shocked eyes met hers. Clive watched his eldest daughter's best friend's hands wave awkwardly at the side of her body, but then an even more startling action occurred. The kiss went from sloppy to simmering with excitement as Peyton's hands found their way to the MILF's hips. A soft moan sounded lightly from the college student as her best friend's mom's tongue explored her mouth thoroughly.

Initially uncomfortable at watching his wife kiss a young woman that Clive considered to be a niece, the inappropriateness of the two women's age gap and relationship began to fade in his mind. Instead, images flashed quickly into his head of his and Rachel's younger days, back to the days before each of their careers required discretion and non-scandalous behavior. The Rachel back then acted somewhat similarly as Lana did these days, although with more discretion. She occasionally kissed her best friends because it teased boys to no end and because she enjoyed kissing them. The only hint he ever saw these days of that wilder version of Rachel came when she and Gabriela kissed, primarily due to Gabby's playfulness. Over the years, it came across as more of a joke that Clive became numb to.

Now, those memories blended with what he witnessed before him as Rachel's hands crept down Peyton's body until they reached her yoga pants-clad butt. Clive watched as his wife's hands squeezed and groped the amazingly tight, toned ass of the young woman, eliciting moans of pleasure from the blonde. Caught up in her own **** state of horniness, Peyton copped a feel for herself as well. Only instead of Rachel's ass, the younger woman snaked a hand upward toward the redhead's DD-cups.

Definitely reaching a Level One kiss of passion, Clive felt his cock coming alive. He fought an urge to grab his wife and drag her upstairs for another hard round of fucking. Already, the trip to the cabin had resulted in their most heated night of passion in several years, and it looked like it would continue for the second night in a row. Meanwhile, he was content to watch as his wife broke off the kiss, leaving Peyton panting for air.

"Do-over time," announced Rachel, backing away from Rachel. Clive's head swung to look at her, and then Peyton in surprise. Not shy at all about what she wanted, Rachel moved to place her hand behind the younger woman's back to give it a shove, sending Peyton into Clive's arms. "Don't embarrass me this time too, hun."

Looking down at the twenty-one-year-old beauty he watched grow up, Clive gently placed a hand under her chin, lifting it. Still recovering from her kiss with Rachel, Peyton was putty in his hands. Unlike their last kiss minutes ago, this one wasn't awkward, yet it also wasn't passionate like the one the two women had shared. With a loving kiss, Clive attempted to show Peyton just how much she meant to him. Bordering on romantic, the kiss made Peyton's knees swoon. Mr. Stratton often was her idea of the perfect man to marry. Intelligent, kind, charismatic, committed to making a difference in his career while not neglecting his family, he was also dashingly handsome.

Maybe I need to start looking around at the law school for my next boyfriend; pre-med guys are so dull, Peyton thought before two things gave her a jolt of lust. First, Mrs. Stratton grabbed her husband's hands and placed them on Peyton's ass with an order to be more passionate. The second thing was the now rock-hard and huge cock pushing into her body. Sandwiched between the two, the usually reserved and in control blonde found herself giving into lust. This might be Lana's dad, but I need this. Her hand reached between them, grabbing hold of that steel pipe, and began to stroke it over his slacks.

"When's the last time you felt an ass this tight, hun? That barely legal babysitter back after Lace was born? Or maybe when Tinsley gave you a lapdance at your bachelor party? I know you wanted a piece of that tight little ass, but I wouldn't let you. I'm sorry about that. But I made up for it that naughty time with my cousin at my sister's wedding, didn't I?"

"Muh muhm," came the sound from Clive as he tried to agree while his tongue and Peyton's swirled in a dance.

For her part, Peyton's arousal over the naughty tidbits of information brought her closer and closer to an orgasm from kissing and dry humping her BFF's father's dick. She, of course, knew all the women Rachel had mentioned except for the babysitter, although she wondered about the identity of that teenager. Only a little bit more...

Clive and Peyton moaned in disappointment as Rachel pried them apart. As soon as they did, the ginger swooped in to kiss her husband passionately. Peyton watched in jealousy as she rubbed her thighs together until Rachel turned to kiss her too. For several rounds, Rachel switched off, kissing the two of them while occasionally directing the two to kiss each other too. At some point, Rachel had unbuttoned her husband's slacks to allow her to reach inside and grip his bare cock. At the next turn of switching off, the redheaded mother took hold of Peyton's hand, intending to let her sample her husband's dick.

"You better back up, bitch!"

The shouted threat snapped Peyton and the Strattons out of the lustful zone. All three momentarily had the same horrible thought: that the threat was directed at them and came from one of the Stratton daughters.

"Get away from him now, or I'll make you!"

That the voice came from high above them didn't click in the threesome's head. But that it became muffled made it clear it wasn't Lana or Lacey coming their way. With his back to the dining room, Clive turned in time to see his other daughter's friend march out of the foyer. Whitney made a beeline to where Cheyenne danced with Newt. If you could call the awkward boy's shuffling feet dancing.

"Are you talking to me?" the teenage brunette questioned, glancing around her.

"Get away from Newt, or I'll make you!"

"We're just dancing. And it's not like he's your boyfriend or anything. You really shouldn't be so possessive. It's not a good look for you," Cheyenne responded, growing annoyed.

Realizing his pants were still unzipped, Clive quickly turned his body back to the kitchen to button them. While he did this, Rachel stumbled out of the kitchen to play peacemaker. Peyton, frustrated in being so close to orgasming before the interruption, flopped down onto a stool, trying to calm down.

"Not a good look for me? Newt's my project for this trip. I'm the one who's teaching him to have a good time," Whitney replied, sending a pissed-off look at Newt. "And you know that, Denton!"

"Uh, it's not...we were dancing, she--"

"We were just dancing. Gawd, what's your problem," Cheyenne interrupted the stuttering Newt.

"Yeah, and it was way too tame," Gabriela cracked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Whitney didn't appreciate the joke. Instead, she jabbed her finger in the air at the school's top choir singer.

"My problem is how you always come after my leftovers. Find your own men!" Whitney ordered, pushing her hand into Cheyenne's face.

"Whitney!" Rachel and Lacey shrieked.

The group that had been dancing had slowed down as they were unsure what the arguing was all about. Lacey rushed forward, almost tripping from her wine intake, to help Whitney. The buxom blonde's momentum from Cheyenne shoving her away resulted in Whitney tumbling into Lana. The latter managed to keep her from falling.

"Now, everyone needs to calm down," Clive said as Whitney shrugged off Lacey's helpful hand. Used to Whitney's high-strung behavior, he couldn't comprehend why Newt dancing with Cheyenne upset her so much. "We've all had a few too many, some more than a few. Let's not start a fight over a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Ha! I don't think so. Cheyenne's always going after my exes," Whitney insisted.

"You're out of our mind. I don't go after your exes," the well-endowed brunette sneered, crossing her arms underneath her chest.

"What about Griffin Green last spring? I broke up with him, and suddenly you're dating him," Whitney pointed out, almost gloating.

"He asked me out one weekend when he was home from Breakwater. And I only went out with Griff for like three weeks."

"Well, I dated him for almost six weeks until I found out he was cheating on me while at school," Whitney stated.

"So I took half as long as you to realize the same thing. And I left a mark when I slapped him," Cheyenne replied smugly.

"Well...well, Lana kicked him in the balls for me!" Whitney struggled for a comeback after realizing that Cheyenne's point made sense.

"Oh, that was my pleasure. His howling ended that party," Lana laughed. Seeing her father's disapproving face, she added, "What? I'd do the same for Lacey or Peyton."

"Does Tim Davids' name ring a bell, Diamond? I dated him one time last August, and within days you flaunted your date with him," Cheyenne reminded.

"Eww, Tim was a horrible kisser. Sloppy, if not slobbering."

"That's why he didn't get a second date."

"Same with me," Whitney agreed. "And I only did that because you went after Blaine Bagby."

"Blaine Bagby? How do you even know about him?" Cheyenne questioned in surprise.

"Cat heard all about how you went on a date with him down in Blackbridge last August. Trying to keep that one on the down-low, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't trying to do anything. I went to take a tour of Breakwater with my parents. My dad is pressuring me to continue the family tradition and enroll there next fall. And Blaine turned out to be one of the tour guides. I wasn't interested when he asked me out, but my dad insisted. Said he came from good stock or some bullshit."

Lana snorted, thinking Baline Bagby did act like an animal.

"I assumed we'd just hit someplace around campus, but Blaine drove us up to Blackbridge instead. Took me to a fancy restaurant. Gawd, he's obnoxious," Cheyenne commented.

"That's why he only lasted two weeks last July," Whitney responded. "The difference is that you knew I dated him."

"So what? You go through at least one boyfriend a month. And the difference is that I don't screw all these guys like you do."

"Ooh, good one," Lana chuckled.

"Who's side are you on?" Whitney shot at her mentor.

"If I were you, Whitney, I'd be more worried about how Caterina found out about my date with crappy Blaine Bagby," Cheyenne remarked, drawing the blonde's attention back to her. "The only person I knew from Honey Hollow on my tour was Olena. So how did your co-captain find out from your self-proclaimed enemy?"

"Olena?" Whitney repeated, her eyes narrowing. "Her and Cat's moms were friendly in high school. They've known each other since they were little, but Cat can't stand her anymore."

"My mom was friendly with their moms too in high school. Yet, you don't see me gossiping with Caterina or Olena. Maybe you don't know everything happening around you," Cheyenne smirked along with her suggestion.

"You're just jealous that I have more--"

"Shut the front door! Did someone mention Blaine Bagby?" a cheery voice interrupted from the foyer.

"Yeah, they're arguing over him. Why?" Gabby said, watching Chastity fix her windblown hair. Wait, was she outside this whole time? Did she get lost between the garage and the front door?

"Is he famous now?"

"Famous? No, maybe infamous," Ellie replied with Robin snickering behind her.

"Why would you think he's famous?" Whitney asked Chastity.

"Huh, I thought only celebrities and athletes talk in that three-way," Chastity said, appearing stumped.

"Threeway?" Cheyenne queried.

"Oh, you mean in the third-person," Sean supplied, figuring it first.

"Yippie, that's it!"

"When was he doing that?" Whitney asked.

"Last month. He took me to dinner at The Copper Lantern. Golly, it was strange. I thought he said we were going to Goforth's, but he wanted me to drink a special ice tea," Chastity relayed, shrugging her shoulders.

"You went on a date with Blaine Bagby?!" Whitney questioned, appearing concerned. "And he tried to get you drunk?"

"Drunk? Goodness gracious, no. I just had two of those ice teas."

"Yeah, those had liquor in them," Lana pointed out.

"Kitty whiskers! That's why I felt funny?" Chastity exclaimed. "Maybe that's why I kept on hearing Blaine say he wanted to Bagby. Weird! My tummy started to feel funny so I had to go home."

"He wasn't saying his last name, Chastity. Blaine likes to brag that he's going to bag you," RJ supplied. Feeling awkward at explaining the boast, he rubbed his hand through his hair.

"Bag me?"

"Screw you. Blaine kept telling you that was going to fuck you," Gabby deciphered for the blonde and appearing angry over it. She shot a look at Rachel, who also looked pissed.

"Leaping lizards! Should I have used my pepper spray on him? That's what mom said to do bad men," Chastity questioned with wide eyes.

"I don't know if you should go--"

"Totally! Next time you see Blaine Bagby, just spray him in the face with it," Lana replied.

"Lana," Rachel and Clive growled.

"What? He tried to get her drunk, so he could fuck her," Lana shot back.

"And when's down on the ground, I'm going to dig my heels into his dick," Whitney vowed savagely.

"Or we could pass the word around about him," Peyton suggested, having finally come over to join the conversation.

"That would be best. You don't want to jump to conclusions and **** him," the district attorney remarked.

"Your father knows best," Rachel stated, attempting to sound serious but her drunken hiccup at the end hurt her cause. "Now, let's stop arguing and get back to having fun."

"And about time. I'm sick of this teenage drama," Kimberly said. Her blatant eye-roll didn't sit well with Whitney.

"That's funny. You seemed to love crawling all over a teenager earlier," Whitney stated with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? That dance with Jared looked pretty inappropriate," Peyton chimed in.

"More like creepy," Cheyenne added.

"Very creepy," Whitney nodded.

"Jared?" Gabby hissed out. "What about my son?" Her eyes looked around the room and found her son.

With unfortunate timing, Jared entered from the French doors leading to the sunroom after his piss break. He looked around at the apparent scene of an argument while he heard his name coming out of his mom's mouth.

"What did I do now?"

"He didn't do anything, Gabby. We were just dancing, the same as everyone else. I mean, it's not as if Jared would be interested in a woman around his mother's age. Would you?" Kimberly teased the teen, who shook his head with a scowl. "Funny how there weren't any issues until this little girl came down yelling."

"Call me a little girl like that again, and you can freeze to **** outside." Gabby proved to be the only barrier keeping an irate Whitney from lunging forward with a slap as she stepped in between the two.

"Maybe it would be best if you three keep away from one another until everyone cools down," Clive suggested, motioning at Whitney, Cheyenne, and Kimberly.

"Looks like he should follow his own advice," Gabby staged whispered to Whitney in an attempt to diffuse the situation with a joke.

"Wha--oh, damn! Lace, what have you been keeping from us?" Whitney asked her close friend with a smirk.

Lacey gave her friend a confused look before turning to see where her eyes were focused. The petite redhead threw a hand up to her face to block the sight. "Jesus, Dad, put that away!"

Clive finally realized what all the women were checking out when he glanced down to see his erect cock tenting out his boxers through his unzipped pants. He realized that in his haste, he only buttoned his pants, forgetting to zip them up. Swinging his body around to block their views, the embarrassed father stammered out an apology. "Uh, sorry, cupcake. Um, your mom and Pey--your mom still knows how to rev my engine."

"Don't sweat it, Clive. It's not the first time some of us have seen it wanting to come out and play," Gabriela responded before the older women all started snickering.

"Go take care of that or--wait, that's not what I meant-aargh!" Lacey groaned in frustration.

"Come on, hun. Let's take you to the bathroom," Rachel giggled.

As the Stratton parents moved back toward the small bathroom, Kimberly pondered out loud her next step. "Hmm, it looks like I need a new dance partner. Which one of you fine, young men should it be?"

As the platinum blonde's eyes surveyed Austin's body, Lacey sprung into action. "Oh, no, Ms. Goose, Austin and I will be taking a break from dancing for a little bit." Grabbing her boyfriend's hand, Lacey dragged him over to the couch nearest the glass doors that looked out onto the lake. She gestured to him to sit down and then plopped onto his lap sideways, with one arm around his shoulder.

Not letting the rejection bother her, Kimberly's eyes moved over to Sean. With a bit of laugh, she asked him if he wanted to be his partner. "We had so much fun at the hot springs together; imagine what we can do on dry land."

"Sorry, Kimmy, Sean's my partner for the rest of the night," Gabby informed her friend as she hooked her arm through the grateful teen's arm, leading him back over toward the fireplace.

Ellie and Robin grabbed their brother before Kimberly could make a move. The two sisters led RJ over to Chastity, forming a small circle to dance.

Jared stood frozen over by the dining room table, dreading what would come next. Kimberly spotted the farthest young man away from her, and a predatory glare stared him down. She raised her hand, then a finger in a come hither motion to the stocky teen.

"Oh, Jared, time to come out and play again."

Deciding whether or not to turn around and flee back to the boathouse, the decision was taken out of his hands. A hand had grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the makeshift dance area.

"Sorry, Ms. Goose, I promised to take care of Jared tonight, and I've been slacking in that so far," Peyton stated, flashing a fake smile at the older woman as the two of them rushed past.

"And I think I'll handle Newt duties for now. I'm sure I can entertain you...Newt? Hey, where did Newt go?" Lana questioned, peering around the room.

"Cheyenne scared him off," Whitney remarked.

"More like you're the one that scared him off," the brunette shot back.

"Speaking of scaring off, you better stay away from Henry Valko. We have a special relationship," Whitney warned, referring to Henrik Valko, her first lover and the son of her father's friend.

"Well, Hank and I have a special relationship, too," Cheyenne replied.

"Hank? No one calls him Hank."

"It's my special nickname for him," Cheyenne smirked, sending the two girls into another round of bickering.

"Fuck this," Lana muttered, going off to search for Newt.

"Well, this sucks. Now, who do I play with?" Kimberly asked herself out loud. Standing there, she tapped her foot in impatient thought as a giggling Rachel dragged her husband out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. Looks like the perfect couple is heading upstairs for fun...oh, that's a delicious idea, Kimberly thought as an idea for payback popped into mind.

---

"That you, Newt?" Lana asked, hearing someone bent down behind the kitchen island. "Oh, it's you."

"Don't sound so disappointed, my dear Lana," Vance Vandermeer said, finishing cleaning up the drink he'd spilled on the floor.

"Did you see Newt go past?" she asked.

"The black kid? Yeah, he snuck out during that whole brouhaha," Vance revealed. "Why? Did you go black and not come back?"

"Tasteful as always, Vandermeer," Lana replied, growing pissed.

"I'm kidding. Geez, lighten up, Stratton. You know I'm not racist. Kelton's my best friend," Vance reminded her. "I don't put up with that shit. I popped Reggie Laffont in the nose a couple of years ago over some awful comment about my boy."

"Oh, that's right. It was at Eoin's party," Lana nodded. Recalling how for that moment, two years ago, Vance appeared to be a normal guy, the redhead decided on a plan. "So, how would you like to finally score with a special blonde friend of mine?"

"You serious?"

"I can arrange it."

"Why?"

"I know you want her, and there are not many options around here. She's been terribly stressed out of late and needs to get laid," Lana explained.

"Hmm, call me intrigued."

"Don't play coy with me, Vandermeer. We both know you want this badly."

"So how are you going to help me? Give me a line or some subject to work with?" Vance queried.

"Oh, nothing like that. All I'm going to do is put you in a room with her alone. Everything after that is on you," Lana responded. "Sweet talk her, but don't get aggressive."

"Whoa! What the hell, Stratton?!" Vance nearly jumped with his exclamation. "I never get aggressive like that. Did someone say something? Because if they tried to smear my name, I'm not taking it without a fight. I'm not a scumbag like Roderick Taft!"

"Simmer down, tough guy. I just wanted you not to get too pushy. We both know she's probably going to turn you down."

"Leave that to me. My mother raised me to treat women with kindness, respect, and a good orgasm," Vance boasted with a wink. "Actually, more than one."

"Your mom taught you the last part?"

"What? No! C'mon, you know what I meant."

"You're awfully easy to tease tonight, Vance. Much different than last night at the engagement party," Lana noted.

"Taking a couple of cousins home to your empty home will do that," Vance smirked. His offer of a ride home to Elin and Malin had led to a detour to his parents' empty house.

"Usually, I could care less if you emptied your balls, but in this case, it's good to hear. I don't need you so horny that you screw this up."

"So, what's the plan?"

"The plan is for you to go downstairs to the rec room in a few minutes," Lana made up on the fly. "Once she's free, I'll send her down. Work your silver tongue on her."

"You mean magic tongue," Vance boasted.

"Yeah, whatever. And if this works, you owe me."