Bratty College Kids

The Shiplees had been friends. Good friends. But in the business of life and career, both couples had drifted apart over time. The real nail in the coffin of their relationship though, had happened nineteen years ago when Diane had given birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

Peter and Christine were happy for them, of course. But kids were a sore spot, as Peter and Christine had been unable to have any of their own. Christine was there for Diane through the first trimester, but then started distancing herself out of self preservation. When their twins, Aiden and Ally were born, it had been all too easy to cut the cord on them entirely.

Part of what appealed to Christine about reconnecting now was the fact that the kids had graduated and gone to a college out of state. Christine had been able to skip that whole part of their life. Now she could hopefully pick up where they had left off in their friendship. They could focus on being almost retirees together.

After a thirty minute drive across town, the Hendersons parked in front of the Shiplees’ house. Peter and Christine were reminded of how long it had been, as they took in the front lawn. Several decorative items had been added to the landscape. A fountain, some gnomes, several flowers, none of which had been there all those years ago. As they got out of their cars, they had a moment where they weren’t sure which entrance to use. Good friends didn’t come in the front door, but circled around to the back door. After a moment's hesitation, Peter led his wife to the front door, and rang the bell.

Greg and Diane Shiplee both answered the door with huge smiles plastered on their faces. They were ushered the Hendersons inside, where Christine and Diane immediately hugged and complimented each other’s attire. Peter and Greg shared a firm handshake and with an expression that conveyed it had been too long. As they went further into the house, Peter and Christine sized up the Shiplees.

Christine noted that Greg seemed to have grown handsomer over the years. She wondered if he still had the stamina of a young man. Probably not, but she’d be willing to let her husband hop him and see.

Peter saw that children and gravity had not been kind to Diane’s breasts. They seemed much lower than he remembered. That was the problem of having children. The way they could ruin works of art like that. If asked though, he still wouldn’t mind getting his hand, or his mouth on them. That wouldn’t be a hard sell, as he had seen his He still would like to get his hands on them. And the way he noticed his wife sizing up Greg, he bet she wouldn’t at all mind getting her hands on Greg’s dick. She’d probably be disappointed by Greg’s stamina nowadays though.

Peter and Christine shared a look and a playful smile while they moved through the house with their old friends. It was a look that said they would most definitely hop them soon and get down to fucking. For them, it would be like putting on an old, reliable coat, or jeans that were contoured to your waist. Fucking in their bodies would be enjoyable, and comfortable. They were already thinking past the casual conversation, the evening meal, and the long goodbye with plans to see each other soon. Their imaginations had skipped straight to the moment they were alone in their vehicle out front. The moment they became mist and floated back into the house to take over the Shipplees. That’s when the real catching up would begin.

But those plans were derailed as they made their way into the dining room. There were two extra place settings. And before they could ask why, the answers walked in from the adjoining kitchen.

A lovely brunette that was the spitting image of her mother didn’t look up from her phone as she asked, “Can we eat yet?”

“Ally, you know…” Diane started, but Christine didn’t hear the rest. Why was Ally here? She was supposed to be in college. Diane had mentioned that they were both in college earlier that day.

“I’m sorry,” Christine said abruptly, trying not to stare daggers at the beautiful but sulky teen. “I thought Ally was away at college.”

“Not during fall break, she’s not,” another voice said. It belonged to a tall, handsome boy that had strolled into the room. He looked like the teen version of his father, but without an ounce of fat on him. “This smells great Mom. Can we tuck in?”

“It’s buffet style,” Diane said to Peter and Christine. Then with a look at her son, she said, “And our guests go first. Please bring them their plates.”

The twins did, then quickly fell in line behind the Hendersons. Peter and Christine filled their plates and went to sit at the table. Christine was wondering if they should make an excuse and leave. Peter was wondering how he had gone so long without Diane’s cooking. It was even better than he remembered. When Greg mentioned his model trains and how he’d have to show Peter his completed village in the basement, Christine knew there was no chance of leaving early. She decided to make the most of it and tried to engage the twins in casual conversation.

That proved difficult. Ally kept her nose buried in her phone between bites and acted like Christine wasn’t there. And Aiden only seemed to answer with a mouth full of food which he kept shoving into his mouth at top speed. He was the first to clear his plate. He got up, kissed the top of his mother’s head and said, “The food is much better here. Thanks mom!”

Christine was appalled at the lack of manners on display. Still, she couldn’t help but check out Aiden’s tight butt as he left the room. She wondered if he was as endowed as his father. When she glanced at her husband, she caught his eyes darting from Greg, to Ally’s D cups, to Greg, and then back again. She wondered if Peter would want to…but that was silly. They were both annoying teens, and related to each other.

But…that incestuous taboo damn had burst with Mark and Sara. And Aiden and Ally were both of age. And if she and Peter hopped them, they would make them much more hospitable to be around. And when people weren’t around, well… Christine felt her face get hot at the thought of the twins bodies, naked, entwined and writhing together in a passionate embrace…

“Christine, are you alright?” Diane asked. “Your face is all red.”

As she raised a glass of water, Christine replied, “Oh, yes. Fine. Just…hot flashes. You know how it is.”

The meal lasted an hour, and the conversation improved after Ally left the room. It was amazing how the atmosphere could improve when you removed a sulky teenager from the room. Diane did apologize for her children’s behavior, and tried to make excuses for them. She mumbled something about Aiden wanting to get back to a video game he was obsessed with, and Ally hating being away from her new college friends.

Christine was still mildly upset with Diane for not telling her the twins would be there in the first place. Apparently the kids were on some fall break, and Diane hadn’t thought that news was worth bringing up earlier that day. A good thing, because Christine might have declined the invitation. After seeing the teens’ lack of table manners and conversational skills, Christine waffled between feeling sorry for Diane, and being critical of her parenting choices.

As the wives continued to chat in the dining room, the husbands excused themselves and went down to the basement. Peter was thoroughly impressed by what he saw. Greg’s train village had grown exponentially, and now took up most of their finished basement. The amount of detail Greg had put in, it was a true labor of love.

“This is amazing!” Peter exclaimed. “I bet your kids loved working on this with you over the years.”

Greg’s face fell a little. “They both stopped helping me with it before they became teenagers. Now if I bring it up, they call it lame or sad.” He paused to sigh. “I’m hoping someday my future grandkids will be able to appreciate it.”

Peter didn’t say anything regarding Greg’s kids. He had found them both a little aloof, but he couldn’t believe they didn’t appreciate their dad’s hobby. Most kids would have killed to grow up in a house with a train set like this. Peter changed the subject to the individual pieces and models he was working on, and asked if he could help in some way.

Time stretched, and before they knew it, their wives were calling for them to come upstairs. It was getting late, and as they all had work in the morning, it was time to pack it in. Promises were made to get together again soon, and finally, the Hendersons found themselves back in their car. Almost immediately, they began to talk over one another.

“It really was good to see them.”

“It was a good night.”

“I can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“They both looked good.”

“Yeah, really good.

“Good enough to maybe-”

“But their kids…”

“Yeah, their kids were something else.”

“They were rude.”

“Self centered.”

“Ungrateful.”

“Not really there.”

“It would be nice if they…”

“...treated their parents…”

“...with more respect.”

They both looked at each other for a long moment and wondered if they were both thinking the same thing. Christine was the first to put it out there. “You know, we could help them in that area.”

Peter arched an eyebrow. “We could. We could help our friends enjoy this time with their kids.”

“Oh, you want to hop their kids?” Christine asked coyly.

Peter chucked. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

“But I thought we were hopping the adults. Didn’t you want to get your hands on Diane’s big boobs again?”

Peter winked. “I saw you checking out Aiden. In the brief time he was there.”

“And I saw you looking a lot more at Ally’s rack than Diane’s.”

“So…you’d be down to hop those annoying brats?”

“I mean, it would be like we were doing them a favor.”

“And you wouldn’t be opposed to…to getting up to stuff in their bodies?”

Christine smirked at him. “You were the one that got me started on this whole **** track, dear. If we can love having sex as a mother and son, I think a brother and sister is the next logical step.”

“I mean, I think the next logical step would be father and daughter…”

“I’ll race you inside,” Christine said. Then her body dissolved into a fine mist and her clothes hit the car seat.

[An Outfox Stories original by Kripto. See more of Kripto’s stories & continuations here]