Too Close

Lacey refused to follow her sister's finger and look up at the mistletoe that she knew hung above her. If she did look up, it would be all over. That dumb rule of the cabin would **** her and Sean to share a kiss. The possible implications of a stupid, **** kiss were far more significant than Lana could realize. Her older sister had no clue the amount of work she put in earlier today to forge a fragile truce between Austin and Sean. If Auss saw her kissing the other boy, then everything would fall apart.

No! It's not fair. It's not fair to Austin. It's not fair to Sean, who already had Lana teasing him with her dancing. Geez, the poor guy looks to be in a daze still. I can't let this happen.

After her quick glance at her dance partner's numb face, Lacey looked over her shoulder, hoping for any sign of an escape. Her mother was too far away to save her, and Gabriela, who danced next to her, seemed gleefully committed to enforcing the mistletoe rules. Knowing that time dwindled closer to Lana announcing out loud what her finger just pointed out, Lacey desperately looked over her other shoulder toward the kitchen but saw no one. Bitterly disappointed with an impending feeling of doom hanging over her, the petite redhead prepared herself for what came next.

Then a sliver of hope appeared.

The sound of the front door opening and closing potentially brought a savior. Lacey held her breath in the hope that the person coming inside could be of some help. Please don't be Vance. Please be--yes!

Even before he could finish walking down the foyer, Clive Stratton found his youngest daughter already before him. Lacey grabbed his hand and yanked.

"Come on, Dad. Dance with me," she pleaded/ordered her father.

"Okay, okay, cupcake. No need to pull my arm out of its socket," Clive laughed at her insistence to dance. Deciding to have some fun with his little girl, he raised her arm out to the side, and placed his other high up on her back, and proceeded to lead her into a waltz.

Clive's demonstration of the dance to his youngest daughter swiftly got interrupted by his eldest daughter. "Oh, no, you don't, Lace! You get back over there and kiss Sean. Right this minute, you here!"

Lacey demonstrated acting skills that would make Aurora proud when she looked at her big sister in disbelief. "Kiss Sean? Why would I do that?" Looking back at her father, she shook her head in confusion at Lana's commands.

"You know damn well why! You two were under the mistletoe. The rules are you have to kiss no matter what."

"Under the mistletoe? We weren't even close to it." Lacey turned her head the opposite way from Lana to look at Sean. Still, in his trance-like state, the teen continued to dance by himself. "Just because he's drunk and wandered over there by himself doesn't mean you can use that, Lan."

"By himself? No, no, no! I put you two together under it. Get back over and kiss him right now. That's the plan!"

"Dad, Lana's being mean to me," Lacey whined. "She's got some plan to embarrass me."

"Now, Lana, it's not nice to make things up about your little sister," Clive told his oldest daughter. "We're here to have fun, not pick on each other. So, go back to dancing with Peyton." He glanced back to where Sean danced all alone. "Or better yet, help that poor kid out by dancing with him. After I show your sister what I learned from those dance lessons with your mom, I'll come back and have a turn with you."

With that, Clive started back up his dance with Lacey, leaving Lana standing there in a fury. And when Lacey slyly winked at her sister, the older redhead shook her head and mouthed, "You're gonna pay for this," at the younger girl.

"It'll be okay, Lan. We'll find another way to get them to see the light finally," Peyton said, gently patting her pissed-off friend on the shoulder.

"She always runs to her daddy for protection," Lana remarked, grinding her teeth in anger at Lacey's history of escaping her plans for her. "Fuck this; I need another drink while I plan for what's next."

Watching her best friend storm over to the kitchen, Peyton wondered if what they were doing was the right thing. Maybe we shouldn't scheme to get them together. What if it backfires? Instead of helping them see they are perfect for each other, they might avoid it at all costs, just to spite us. Oh, Sean. Peyton shook her head as she watched her little brother dance by himself, if you could call what he was doing dancing.

Moving over towards him, Peyton sought to get his attention. Snapping her fingers in front of his face three times finally worked. "Seriously, who taught you how to dance? Was it JoJo or someone in the family? Brynn's too shy and sheltered to know how. And if Aunt Brandy taught this...slop, she was joking."

"What?" Sean asked as he shook his head, staring at Peyton in confusion. "Where'd Lacey go?"

"She left you a few minutes ago to dance with her dad. Are you that drunk?" she asked, studying him. "You don't look it, but you...wow, Lana really did a number on you with her dancing and kiss."

"No, I'm fine. I, uh, just got lost in the music."

"Yeah, sure. Now let me finish what I tried to do earlier and show you how to dance properly." Sean shot her a look of confusion at her comment. "Oh boy, at least let me teach you for my sake if you don't think you were embarrassing yourself with those moves."

Finally fully recovered and aware of his surroundings, Sean realized he needed to do something to avoid more lessons and do it fast. "Maybe later, Pey. I need to pee, like right now."

Throwing her hands halfway up in the air in a "what the hell" gesture, Peyton turned around to see what the others were doing. Clive continued to drag Lacey around the room in a fast-paced waltz that left the girl laughing. Rachel and Gabby were dancing pretty close together, with Austin utterly focused on the two older women, and in particular, their bouncing boobs. Hoping Jared was free, the eldest Tarver sibling was surprised to see Kimberly almost crawling up his body as she danced, whispering into his ear. Eew, what the hell is up with that? Now, I need a drink too.

Jared watched in disappointment as Peyton walked to the kitchen. He hoped she would have cut in and saved him from Ms. Goose. After the Robin debacle, he couldn't expect her sister or cousin to help out a stranger. That left Polly, who appeared frightened of him. Despite the predicament he had been in with his mother, leaving to dance with Kimberly wasn't much of a relief. The platinum blonde's lurid comments and groping had started from the moment they were together.

"Ooh, feels like my old friend from last night definitely got a rise out of dancing with Mommy," Kimberly had begun her new round of tormenting as she cupped his hard cock through his thin pants. "What was Lil' Jared thinking about doing to Mommy Slut? Where did he want to stick it?"

"Knock it off! That's not funny," Jared had angrily told her, his first of many attempts to quiet her incestuous suggestions as they danced.

"Oh, it's funny. It's wonderfully hilarious to see how in denial you are," Kimberly had smirked at him, beginning a seemingly endless amount of sexual suggestions for Jared and Gabriela.

Now almost ten minutes into their dancing, Jared sought any method to break free from the blonde cougar. It's not like he hadn't tried already, but for such a small woman, she surprisingly had a firm grip and equally sharp nails. A couple of threats to embarrass him if he pulled away stymied that route for Jared. His best hope would be if someone else cut in, a person Kimberly would be hard-pressed to deny.

"I guess boring old Sean isn't into family fun like you are, Jared. He just turned down a chance to dance with his sister. I bet you wouldn't turn down another chance at Mommy. Should I call her back over to grind her ass on Lil' Jared?" Kimberly hotly whispered into his ear, the whole front of her body rubbing up and down on his.

Deciding to try ignoring Kimberly's comments in the hope that she grew bored with him, Jared didn't answer her question. He did have to hold in a moan caused by her knee rubbing the underside of his erect member. No doubt, I chose the wrong pants to wear.

"Aren't you just dying with jealousy?" Kimberly questioned, using her hand to turn Jared's head to look at Austin across the room as he danced with Gabriela and Rachel. "Look at your rival getting to be with your mom and her best friend. Don't you want to march over and show those two big-titted MILFs who the real man is? Imagine this cock," Kimberly squeezed his hard-on again, "in-between those four huge mammaries. Don't you want to tit fuck them?"

When Jared showed no reaction to her wicked suggestions, Kimberly frowned. So that's how it's going to be, huh? Oh, little boy, I'm going to have such a delightful time breaking you.

"You must be jealous. Or do you want to make Mommy jealous instead? I bet you do. You want her to be the one begging for action, begging to gag on her son's huge fuckstick." Seeing a flinch from Jared, Kimberly smiled and pressed on. "Maybe tonight we can continue last night's fun. Only instead of a handjob, you can pound my pussy. We can do it in my room with the door open, or better yet, out on the rec room couch again. I won't hold back; that way Mommy can hear us and come out to see. And what she sees will burn her up with jealousy. I promise I won't fight hard when she storms over to push me off and replace me on your cock."

Clinching his fists, Jared repeated his new mantra, Don't give in to her, over and over in his head. Kimberly stared at the teenager as she considered what next to say, but before she could, a loud exclamation caught their attention.

"Honey! Where did you come from?" Rachel drunkenly screamed in surprise at her husband.

"Been here for a few minutes, but I guess you were too busy dancing with your true soulmate," Clive joked as he continued to speed waltz Lacey in circles around the room.

"I wanna turn, give me a turn," Rachel begged her husband, jumping up and down with her hand raised to get his attention, just like one of her students would do to get their teacher's attention. "Me, me, me!"

Gabriela laughed frantically at her drunken friend's antics, nearly doubling over. When she raised back up and looked around the room, she just missed Kimberly moving away from Jared. Now, their dance looked much tamer unless you noticed the giant tent in his pants.

Austin long ago gave up dancing to watch the two moms dance with each other. Now, with his own sizable bulge being held in by his jeans, the teen watched in awe as his girlfriend's mom bounced up and down in front of him. His brain turned to mush as those MILF tits jiggled. His imagination went into overdrive with images of his girlfriend undergoing a freak growth spurt like in some cheesy sci-fi film.

Leading his daughter back toward her mother, Clive moved past Rachel and handed Lacey off to Gabriela. "Take this giggle machine off my hands; I'll take the older, louder model." Gabby howled far too loudly at the joke to not be three sheets to the wind. On the other hand, Rachel didn't take kindly to be called the older model and gave her husband a dirty look while folding her arms.

"My apologies, my love. Meant no harm," Clive apologized with a bow.

"Where you been? It's not nice to abandon me," Rachel pouted grumpily.

"Chastity's tire looked flat. I had to search Harvey's garage for his air compressor to fill it up. Hopefully, it's just the cold weather and not a nail."

After Clive's explanation, his wife allowed him to take her hand. He immediately surprised Rachel by dipping her backward, far too backward in her state. Rachel slipped as her husband leaned her back, sliding out of his arms. With a plop, she fell onto the floor, giggling hard again. "Whoa, I think you've had far too much to drink."

"Nuh-uh, you've just not had enough," Rachel responded with a smile, holding her hands up for help. Once on her feet, the redhead dragged her husband toward the kitchen. "C'mon, hun, time for you to catch up."

"Hey, what about me? I want some too!" Gabby exclaimed, rushing to follow the couple into the kitchen.

Sensing this to be his best chance, Jared made a break for it. "I'm gonna go with them, Ms. Goose." Before the older woman could stop him, the football player showed off his quickness, hurrying away toward the others.

"Little shit," Kimberly mumbled to herself. Her eyes focused on the teenage couple a few feet away from her, kissing passionately. Now, who am I going to have fun with? Of the new arrivals, the one guy she saw, RJ, she thought she heard him called, appeared wary of her. The platinum blonde's spirits perked up as she heard a door opening. Turning, she watched her new prey returning to the room. "Well, if it isn't my little spelunker. Let's have some more fun. Dance with me!" Kimberly ordered the teenager with fangs bared.

As Sean walked back toward the temporary dance floor, he noticed everyone he knew best had left. He considered heading over to dance with Ellie again, but Ms. Goose's comment shot that idea down. So with some liquid courage flowing throw his veins, Sean held up his hand to the seductress's face. "Not in the mood. Go find someone else to ****," he informed the shocked woman as he kept walking past her.

"Get back here...or else!"

Noticing Vance coming up the stairs, Sean turned to the newest arrival. "Perfect timing, buddy. Ms. Goose needs a dance partner, but I'm too tired." Spinning around for a moment, Sean looked back to the scowling woman. "Vance Vandermeer's the man for you. Have at him."

"Yeah, the messed up part has to be that she and my mom were close friends. Aunt Kimmie, that's what I called her as a kid, always bringing me presents or taking me to get ice cream." Finn rattled off as they reached the deck stairs while Newt gasped for air. "Then, a few years after my mom died, she started acting differently. I'm not sure why, but she was in--"

Grateful that Finn had always been friendly to him over the years, Newt felt sympathetic to his problems. That's why he stayed behind when Jared left the bunkroom. The college student spent a good fifteen minutes listing all the reasons why Lana was a lousy friend and an awful girlfriend. She could be selfish, impulsive, flirtatious, wild, far too consumed with sex and gossip. Next followed a solid ten minutes where a guilty Finn rattled off all the reasons why Lana could be a great friend and girlfriend. The fact that most of the same character traits were listed both times confused Newt. Guys act very irrationally when it comes to girls, it seems.

How long Finn would have gone on about Lana, Newt would never know. The older guy only stopped to use the bathroom. Returning, Finn surprised Newt by suggesting they head back to the cabin. Saying he wasn't tired any longer, the two of them ventured back out into the cold. Newt huffed and puffed with his shorter legs as he attempted to keep up with Finn as they raced back to the cabin.

Stepping into the sunroom, the music grew louder and clearer. Oh, no! It's dance music. Maybe I can hurry in, find my tablet wherever Mrs. Tarver left it, and come out here to hide for a while. Noticing the room temperature seemed somewhat cold, Newt glanced into the small wood stove. No fire burned, but there were some glowing embers inside. He next looked at the alcove that Mr. Diamond filled earlier in the day with logs. It can't be too hard to figure out how to start a fire back up.

I just need to avoid Whitney at all costs. She'll want me to have fun or some other absurd idea. Find my tablet and leave; that's the plan. Newt told himself Finn opened the French doors. I can sneak in, grab my tablet, and go.

Entering Newt's eyes immediately swung over to look into the kitchen. His hopes dashed as he saw Peyton, Lana, Mrs. Locket, and both Stratton parents. In the distance, he could see several others dancing by the fireplace, along with Jared making his way toward the kitchen.

"Nope," he whispered, turning around to head back into the sunroom.

"Come on," Finn ordered, grabbing Newt's arm. "Just stay for a little bit. It won't kill you."

"Finny!" Rachel cried, hearing his voice. Rushing over, she wrapped her arm's around her surrogate son. "Are you okay, honey?"

As the ginger-haired mother's ample breasts pushed into his chest, Finn wondered if Newt had the right idea. While he dearly loved Rachel, Finn had long learned to avoid her when she had a few too many glasses of wine. Lana's mother turned all touchy-feely with the men she loved, which included himself. Attempting to end the smothering hug, Finn's efforts met resistance as he replied that he was alright.

"Are you sure? I heard Lana upset you. Was she mean to my baby boy?" Rachel asked, pulling her head back to see his face. Still, she kept her arms locked around him, along with her breasts pushing into his chest.

"I'm fine. No, I swear I am," Finn assured, after seeing her doubtful face. "I'm used to Lana's crap."

"Hey!" Lana exclaimed from across the kitchen.

"Oh, you poor thing. I'm so sorry that my daughter keeps hurting you," Rachel nearly sobbed. Kissing his left cheek and then his right, she kept on alternating kisses to each side. When she lightly kissed his lips, Finn almost freaked out.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, hun," Clive ordered, coming over to save Finn. "I think you've reached your quota for embarrassing Finn for the day ."

"I didn't embarrass him. Did I?" drunk Rachel questioned, noticing Finn's blushing cheeks.

"Yes, you did," Clive confirmed, motioning for his daughter's close friend to escape. "Let's go bother Gabby, instead."

Off on the other side of the kitchen island, Peyton looked over at the newly arrived Jared. "Done robbing the cradle out there--wait, that's not right. Stupid drunk brain." The blonde scolded herself with a slap to her head. "Whatever I meant, it's creepy."

"I didn't know that she was sixteen. I swear!"

"Wha--No, I meant, you and Mrs. Lufflutz...or whatever she's calling herself now," Peyton clarified.

"Oh, that! You think I like it? She's all over me, won't leave me alone," Jared quietly responded to her. "And the...things she whispers...you don't want to know."

"Well, just tell her to fuck off."

"It's not that simple. She's fucking scary."

"Aw, is the big, strong hunk scared of the little woman--wait, you really are?" Peyton suddenly felt guilty for teasing the teenager when she saw the look of fear on his face. "Well, stick to me when we go back out there. I'll make sure she doesn't bother you."

"Really? Thanks, Pey!" Jared kissed his friend's sister on the cheek. "First, I need to take a piss. But...I think I'll go outside and take care of it." The fearsome linebacker figured having to pass by Ms. Goose was far worse than going out into the cold to take a leak. So, he turned, opening the door to the sunroom, but stopped as Peyton spoke again.

"At least, wash your hand in the snow or something, okay?"

Jared nodded in agreement. A voice then startled Peyton. "What the hell?! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry! I thought you knew I was next to you," Sean apologized. "I just wanted to know where Jared was headed off to."

"He had to pee. Don't look at me; he seemed to think it was the better option."

"Yeah, I can see that," Sean nodded in understanding. He figured Ms. Goose did her usual to Jared too. "Alright, I need to get some water."

"Water? Water! I think not," Gabby screeched from the other side of the kitchen. "You're not going to sober up and be a party-pooper." She walked over to him, handing off her half a glass of wine. "Here, drink this."

"I'm not much of a drinker, Mrs. Lockett. I mean, uh, Aunt Gabby."

"Drink!"

Resigned to his fate, Sean took the glass and began to take sips from it.

"Hurry up. You owe me the rest of our dance after you're finished."

"Has anybody checked on Ramsey lately?" Lana inquired. With everyone shaking their heads, she added, "I think I'll use the bathroom in our bedroom and check up on her too."

As Lana left the room, Gabby prodded Sean to finish her glass simultaneously as Rachel urged her husband to catch up to her level of drunkenness. "I don't think I'll have time to do that, dear," Clive replied, catching a slap to his shoulder from his wife.

"Finally!" Gabby remarked in exasperation. "You're such a slowpoke. Someone definitely didn't take after Bridget's side of the family." Grabbing Sean's hand, she started to pull him to the great room. "Hey, Peyton, show some Fallon family pride and drink some before it's gone. Ooh, I love this song!"

Shaking her head at her brother's predicament, Peyton hoped Gabby could teach Sean some better moves on the dance floor. Walking over toward the bottle, Peyton was interrupted by Clive. "I got that for you. How much you want?"

"Maybe about half a glass."

Suddenly a giggling fit caught both Peyton and Clive's attention. They turned to look at Rachel's beaming face. "Pucker up, you two! You know the cabin rules." She declared, pointing up above their heads towards the mistletoe.