Sweet Flings

"Wow...I mean, just wow," an astonished Whitney muttered as she stared at the wall.

Next to her, Sean stood paralyzed at the sounds they heard emitting from the Locketts' bedroom. His mouth hung open either in shock or from trying to speak but not being able to.

The two of them had just returned to the lower level a few minutes ago to finish the last batch of Harvey's donuts. Clearly, Sean had not wanted to return after hearing Jeff's loud voice upon what they both assumed was finding out that his wife and the teenager had sex. Feeling guilty over how she had treated him earlier, Whitney had taken pity on her frying partner, informing him that she would be there at his side if Mr. Lockett confronted Sean.

Reluctantly agreeing, Sean had nearly shot through the ceiling at the sound of the first bang against the wall. He braced himself for the enraged bear to come charging out of its cave and after him. But then a second bang happened, followed by a third. It took Sean a couple of bangs longer than Whitney to catch on to what was happening, which completely mystified him. The two teens found themselves slowly drifting closer and closer toward the side of the rec room nearest the noise.

"I guess to each their own when to comes to marriage," Whitney commented. Seeing that Sean still hadn't moved, she tried to cheer him up with another comment and an elbow into his side. "Different stroke for different folks, huh."

Suddenly a snort nearby caused both teens to jump. A low moan came next, followed by a murmured, "Yeah...like that."

Sean's head swung around while he tried to figure out from where the sounds came. Next to him, Whitney just rolled her eyes as she returned behind the bar to pull several donuts out of the fryer.

"Oooh, yeah...so tight....tight as fuck...." the voice continued to moan softly.

"What the hell?" Sean muttered, slowly approaching the back of one of the sofas. Leaning on his toes, he peered over its back. "Someone's down here with us."

"Oh, that's just Vance," Whitney said, coming back around the side of the bar.

"Vandermeer?"

"What other Vance do you know?" Whitney countered sarcastically as Mrs. Lockett burst out another wail.

"Has he been down here the whole time?" Sean questioned in bewilderment.

The sounds of a door opening and slamming shut roused Sean from his confusion. Polly Gettinger sprinted down the hallway. The shy teen barely glanced at her two classmates as she made the turn toward the stairs and sped up them. Trailing her at a slower pace, Robin Ridge nearly ran into the wall as she stared back at the Locketts' door. Blushing, the younger teen flashed an awkward smile as she made her way toward the stairs.

"So good...so good...oh...Mommy!" Vance cried out as his body lurched in his sleep.

One pair of eyes bugged out while the other pair closed as its owner palmed her face. So that explains a lot of things, Whitney mused.

"D-Did he just..." Sean started to inquire but couldn't finish.

"Yep, he did." Whitney ran her hand down her face. Once she removed it, the blonde teen looked up at the ceiling. "This trip just keeps on getting weirder and weirder."

Nodding in agreement, Sean came back to his senses somewhat. It was enough for him to look back toward the bar, "Whitney!"

"Shit, the donuts!" Whitney dashed over to grab the tongs, rapidly pulling several pieces of the fried dough out before they were even more overdone. "Uh, yeah, they should be okay."

As Sean gently placed several new ones into the hot oil, Whitney's attention returned to the sounds of the Locketts apparently making up.

"Bet that brings back some memories for you from last night." Seeing the unamused glare that Sean sent her way, Whitney realized it might not have been the best comment to make. "Too soon? Yeah, too soon, sorry."

Moans and groans spliced with an occasional scream now joined the bangs.

A door slamming fit right in with the bangs. The two teens watched as Ms. Goose stormed down the hall, wearing a bathroom while looking tired and annoyed. Seeing them, she mumbled something about "rude fucking people" before stomping upstairs.

"I don't know about you, but this pretty hot to listen to," Whitney remarked after she and Sean shared a snicker. Obviously, Sean disagreed with the look he now gave her. "Hey, unlike you, I didn't fuck a hot parent." No, I fucked an obnoxious guy with a Mommy fetish. Or I hope it's just a fetish. "What? Well, I didn't, and now this is kind of turning me on."

"Aren't you always turned on?" Sean commented more than asked.

"Not always! Buuuuttt, high sex drives do seem to run in my family. I'm not sure if that's the family gift or family curse."

"Let's just hurry up and finish these," Sean suggested. "This is way too weird for me."

"Hey, at least look on the bright side. You probably don't need to worry about Mr. Lockett dragging you off into the woods with an ax while we ice skate," Whitney joked but saw the gloomy face that stared back at her. "Too soon, I get that."

Slowly opening the bathroom door a crack, Peyton peeked out into the bedroom. Seeing that coast was clear, she opened the door fully and walked into the room. Lacey and Ramsey still slept in the bedroom, and Lana was around the corner on the pull-out bed. Moving toward the door, Peyton slowly turned the knob as not to make any sound. With the door open partway, she prepared to slide out into the hall.

"Going somewhere?"

Startled, Peyton jumped at the sound of a voice she knew well and hoped to avoid.

"Don't scare me like that!" the blonde whispered.

"Or should I ask if you're sneaking off somewhere," Lana remarked, standing with arms crossed and a smirk on her face. Her eyes scanned her best friend up and down several times as they appraised her appearance.

"I wasn't sneaking anywhere. I didn't want to disturb any of you while I left to go have breakfast."

"Funny, I could have sworn I heard you sneaking in just a little bit ago. Went straight to the bathroom too. My, that was one long shower too. Almost as if one was trying to scrub off the evidence." Lana shot a hand to her mouth in mock horror. "Did you commit **** last night? Oh, please tell me it ain't so, Pey!"

"Knock it off, Lan," Peyton loudly responded. Hearing a snort from one of the sleeping redheads, she lowered her voice again. "I'm going to breakfast."

"The evidence presents a different case for the defendant. Miss Tarver wasn't in bed when her loyal, lifelong best friend came back last night. And upon waking this morning, her underappreciated, future maid-of-honor became distressed to see her side of the bed had never been slept in," Lana laid out the facts while tapping her finger to her chin. "Add in that hurried shower and her bestie's knack for noticing the smells of certain body fluids. The jury must reach a verdict of...sex."

"Lana--"

"You had sex, Peyton!"

"--I'm not having this conversation with you." Peyton attempted to pull the door open more, but Lana grabbed it.

"And finally, too. Gawd, you've been crawling up the walls of late. So who was the lucky fella? I bet it was Vance. You couldn't handle your hidden desires for him. Hmm, wait, that doesn't make sense after he...whatever. It was a lucky guy and not a girl, right? Duh, why did I even bother with that one? So who was it?"

"I didn't do anything. I just fell asleep out in the sunroom, that's all."

"Please, you can't lie to me worth shit, and you know it," Lana noted with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Let's see...based on the way you were pawing his junk last night in the hot tub; I would say Jared is the most likely dick. Unless you cockblocked that manstealer Ellie and finally cut out the bullshit with Finny."

"I'm not playing this game with you."

"Or did you decide to be a bad girl and wait up for Big Dick Diamond to come back home?"

"Not doing this..."

"Hmm, there aren't many other options. Unless RJ...Nah, you wouldn't stoop to that. Oh! Maybe you decided to do a good deed with your rare fuck. Did you teach Newt the strange art of sex?" The busty ginger then cocked her head, peering at her BFF. "Hmm, you are one repressed weirdo at times. Maybe you're into some kinky shit I don't know about. Tell me, Pey, did you go down the family knows best route with Sean?"

"Fuck off. I'm going to breakfast." Peyton let go of the door, nearly causing Lana to fall over when the door swung back towards her.

Dammit! Now I have to deal with Lan's teasing for the next few days, weeks, months, who knows. You couldn't have held it together, could you, Tarver? You just had to go and give in last night to those feelings.

Walking into the great room, towards the kitchen, Peyton's spirits perked up when she saw a friendly face sitting at the dining room table. Barely pausing from chowing down on the donut he ate, Finn waved a hand in greeting. That caused the others at the table to glance over at her. Seeing a smear of frosting across his upper lip, Peyton motioned toward her own mouth while preparing to make a joke at his expense.

That never happened, for as she neared the opening to the kitchen, her mother noticed her. "Morning, honey. Have a good night of sleep?"

"I'm going to guess no. I've slept like that a few times. They can be pretty cramped, narrow, and plain uncomfortable," Harvey remarked, holding her fearful attention for a moment before winking. "I mean those pull-out beds, of course. Slept in one myself the last few nights."

"It will be a few minutes for a waffle, honey," Bridget informed her daughter.

Breathing out a sigh of relief that Mr. Diamond hadn't meant what she thought he did, Peyton nodded at her mom. Suddenly, her comfort level quickly vanished as she saw who sat on the kitchen stools.

"Uh, good morning, Mr. Stratton; Mrs. Stratton."

"Morning, Peyton," her best friend's parents robotically greeted back. Both looked anywhere but at the blonde.

The formal greeting from her daughter to Rachel caught Bridget's attention as Peyton in recent years had taken to calling her best friend's mother by her first name. Seeing the Strattons' awkward response really made her wonder if something happened downstairs when she had JoJo playing dress-up. The thought only lingered for a few moments as Harvey distracted her.

"You sure you don't want a donut, Peyton? No waiting around for one of these," Harvey attempted his sales pitch as Bridget shook her head. "And as an added bonus, your brother helped make them."

"Uh, no thanks, Mr. Diamond. I'll wait for one of my mom's waffles."

Walking over toward the dining room table, Peyton missed the I-told-you-so look that her mother shot their host. Nor did she see or hear what came next as Harvey growled "Hussy" at her mother, stomped past her toward the sink, and in the process, slapped Bridget on the ass.

That caused the blonde MILF to shoot up into the air. It also broke the tension of the Strattons, who roared with laughter. Rachel said something about old times.

"Did I miss something?" Peyton asked as she sat down on Finn's left side. Strangely, Ellie sat awfully close on his right-hand side. That, plus Lana's comment and the way they danced together, caused the blonde to wonder if her other friends got lucky together last night.

"You don't want to know," he replied through a chuckle.

"Wow, this cabin is way more fun than my uncle's," Robin commented, giggling.

"You can't be serious?" Polly nearly shrieked, still on edge from the noises that woke her up.

Before the younger teen could reply, a loud noise drew their attention.

With messy hair, a tired expression, and a hastily thrown on robe, Kimberly stormed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, looking like she just rolled out of bed. The platinum blonde made a beeline for the coffee machine. Muttering softly to herself, the new arrival never acknowledged the others in the room as she poured coffee into a mug.

"It looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Rachel remarked with a grin.

"Someone should still be sleeping in her bed!" snapped Kimberly. "But your best friend is wailing up a storm as Jeff pounds her and the bed against the wall!"

The room went silent as most everyone digested what the angry woman spat out. A stifled giggle broke the silence, then another one, until Bridget gave up and started giggling uncontrollably.

"It's not funny!" Kimberly whined.

"C'mon, Kim, what did you expect?" Bridget managed to get out between her laughs.

"She's right," Rachel said. "How many times since we were teens has Gabby woken one of us with her screaming during sex? It comes with the territory of being her friend."

"What I expect is to be getting some hot sex myself!" Kimberly complained, mumbling to herself about her own early morning fun getting shot down.

"With who? There's nobody in the cabin available to you," Bridget pointed out, while Harvey gave out a soft chuckle only she could hear. "Were you expecting to find some park ranger to clear out your forest?"

"Shut up, Bridget!" the blonde snapped, grabbed a donut from the counter, and marched over to the dining room. There, she slammed her mug down on the table before plopping down onto the chair. Polly inched her chair further away from the angry woman. Munching on her morning treat, Kimberly alternated from pouting to glaring at Bridget as she mumbled, "You don't know everything I do."

"See, at least one of you ladies is eating a donut," Harvey pointed out, nudging Bridget with his elbow.

"Oh, Harv, rage eating doesn't count."

"You two all done?"

"We sure are, Dad," Whitney proudly stated as she placed her tray down on the counter. Relieved that her work was finally done, the teen was in a better mood and hoped to find out more about her dad's relationship with Sean's aunt.

"Looks like there were a few issues," Harvey said, picking up a burnt donut.

"Don't blame us. There were a few distractions downstairs that we couldn't avoid," Whitney said diplomatically.

"Yes, we heard all about those distracting noises already," Harvey revealed, nodding in the direction of Kimberly. The platinum blonde nursing a second cup of coffee gave out a loud "Hrmph" in response.

"You alright, Mom?" Sean asked, placing his tray down next to Whitney's.

"I'm fine, honey," Bridget assure him, wiping a tear from her eye at the sight of Kimberly's continued pouting.

"I guess it's a good thing I made so much extra dough," Harvey said more to himself as he scooped up several more burnt donuts. He nearly tossed them into the garbage until he had another idea and placed them to the side. "Okay, pumpkin, time to try one out."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you're way too young to be worried about watching your figure like some older brats I won't name." Harvey's dig got answered by Bridget flicking some frosting at his face. "Oh, that's twice you've thrown food at me. You don't want to get into a food fight with me, missy."

"Try me; I've got more children than you to be my army."

Kimberly rolled her eyes at Harvey and Bridget's antics as Peyton watched in surprise. Whitney slid two of her fingers into the container of strawberry frosting, then turned quickly and smeared Sean's cheek with it. Eyes shifted around the kitchen island as fingers danced in preparation to reach down and grab the nearest piece of food to use as a weapon.

"Hold up!" Rachel yelled as she jumped up to stop the food-slingers before they could unload. "There will be no food-fighting while I'm around. I know how this ends. You little kids scurry off to clean yourselves while Mama Rachel gets stuck cleaning the mess left behind in the kitchen. Now move your hands away from the food, and apologize, you two."

"Fine, Mother," Bridget grumbled. "I'm sorry, Harv."

"Yeah, me too," Whitney said half-heartedly before noticing that Rachel still waited for a proper apology. "Ugh, I'm sorry, Sean."

"Good! Now eat up your donut, Whitney. And have one too, Sean," Rachel ordered, moving to dampen a piece of paper towel for Sean to use on his cheek. Her job done, she sat back down, but not before adding a final request. "I think you should have one too, Bridget, as a peace offering."

The two teens followed her advice without another word, but Bridget muttered a few choice words for her friend. Giving in, she scanned the selection for seemingly forever.

"Bee..."

"Fine, I'll eat this one." Grabbing a cinnamon-covered donut, she glared at Harvey's smirk. "Don't tempt me, rich boy."

"Good morning, one and all!" A booming voice bellowed from behind Sean.

The teen immediately choked on a piece of fried dough.

"Whoa, you alright there, Sean-boy?" Jeff asked out of genuine concern.

Grabbing the glass of milk that Whitney handed him, Sean flashed a thumbs up while washing down the stuck piece.

"Wow, you made your donuts, Harv! That's awesome."

"Bet you worked up quite an appetite, Jeff," Harvey remarked, handing over a plate to the big man.

"Yeah, I bet you did," grumbled Kimberly from her side of the room.

"Yep, I'm starving."

"Is Gabs going to be joining us?" Rachel inquired, fighting a smirk.

"Not right now. She went back to sleep," Jeff relayed as he added a sixth donut to his plate. "Too much excitement of late for her."

"Oh, we heard all about it," Bridget teased, surprised at Jeff's alarmed reaction. She nodded over to the dining room in Kimberly's direction.

"Next time, show some manners and take it outside. That's what animals do," the platinum blonde sarcastically suggested.

"Well, damn...I'm awfully sorry, Kim. I didn't realize we made that much of a racket."

"All done, pumpkin?" Harvey asked his daughter as she moved to wash her hands. "Now, before you disappear on me, did you turn off the fryer and wipe everything down?"

The sag of the blonde's shoulders was enough of an answer for her father.

"It needs to be done, Whitney. We don't want that oil turning into grease and mucking up the new bar area."

"But, Daaaddd," Whitney whined. "I need to get dressed and check on Rammy. You know she was sick this morning."

Before Harvey could remind her as to how he knew that Ramsey had been sick, Sean interrupted.

"I can do it."

"Really?" Whitney said, surprised at his offer.

"You sure, Sean? That's nice of you to offer, but that's Whitney's chore," Harvey asked, suspicious that his daughter might be forcing the boy to do it.

"No, it's fine. I'm just about done here, and I helped make the mess," Sean insisted. "Besides, Whitney should go check up on Ramsey."

"Aw, that's sweet of you, honey," Bridget remarked.

Although Whitney suspected the real reason why Sean wanted to flee the room, she had to agree it was kind of him to offer. Especially after how she had treated him earlier. Moving over, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

"Thanks for being such a sweetie," Whitney said, bringing some oohs and ahhs from the room. "But you better wipe your face again. You taste sweet too, like strawberries."

Still concerned that his daughter might be teasing, if not using Sean, Harvey began to give her a warning but stopped. Instead, his eyes focused on the newest awakened arrival.

"Good morning, Cheyenne," he greeted, adding a wink. "Didn't sleep well? You look exhausted."