Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the author's whims.
April's Showers (Bisexual, Urination, TV) by Amber Fountaine
Chapter 6
When April and I had married, we'd had a simple civil ceremony, much to the consternation of her mother, followed by a not so simple orgy in lieu of a wedding reception. We didn't invite any of April's family to either event - or any of my family, for that matter.
We'd been man and wife for a few months before I made the trip home with her to meet the Summers family, in particular, her mom and dad. I'd heard April and Ginger mention a brother, but didn't know he was named Dickey until I heard April's mom ask her if she'd heard from him. I remembered her mom had mentioned that Dickey was involved in the movie business and how he'd promised to get Ginger a job in movies and how she was upset with Dickey because Ginger hadn't become a movie star. She made it sound like her son had become famous in Hollywood and turned his back on the rest of the family.
At the time I didn't make any connection between that and Ginger's former, after school job, in the porn industry. Now it all made sense. "Are you the one that put the 'Kinky Bi Amateurs' tape together for Ginger?" I asked.
Sissy smiled and nodded. "Guilty," he said.
Sitting down and looking at them close, I could see it now and wondered why it had taken me so long to notice. The same cool blue eyes and unusual shape of the nose should have given it away on first glance. But as April would be glad to tell you, I hadn't spent much time looking at Rich above the waist. Maybe I should have noticed they both had pubic hair that was the same reddish-brown color. I'd certainly been close enough to both. All I could do was laugh and shake my head. They'd gotten me good.
One thing that surprised me was that I wasn't shocked that they were sexually comfortable with each other. I remembered being a little stunned when April and Ginger had swung into a 69 with each other. But for some reason, knowing that April had just fucked her brother didn't amaze me at all.
"How long has it been since you two have been together?" I asked, curious, and in a way that either could answer.
"I suppose you mean like this and not home for Thanksgiving dinner or anything like that?" April asked.
I nodded and she looked at Sissy who shrugged in return.
"Ten - twelve years?" he asked his sister.
"Hard to believe but, yeah, I guess it has been that long."
"I want to hear more about your trip to California and what made you decide to stay there," I told Sissy. Since their big secret was out, there wasn't any reason why I couldn't sit back and listen to someone else's story for a while.
Well, actually there was one reason. It turned April on something fierce when she listened to me talk about the bisexual adventures of my youth. She'd had a hand inside her diaper since I'd gotten to the part about Candice and Melanie sucking me off and had enjoyed a mini-orgasm listening to me tell about that first night with Mark. She takes almost as much pleasure from hearing me talk about sucking cock as she does from watching me do it and she let me know real quick that I wasn't done yet.
"Bull shit," she said.
Now I knew she had to realize I was out of pee for the moment, so her crude remark wasn't because she wanted to have her mouth washed out. "What's bull shit?" I asked her.
"Sissy is staying with us for a week. He'll have plenty of chances to tell us about his adventures and I already know all about what Gin and I did with him. So you just get right back to where you were in Miss Mandy's adventures and Sissy can have a turn when you're done."
Maybe April and Sissy were supposed to be the diapered babies and Aunt Amanda was supposed to be in charge but . . . . . that's not exactly the way it always worked at our house. The true pecking order must have been obvious to Sissy because he sat back quietly and waited for me to begin.
"I swear there were tears in his eyes," Melanie said, talking about Mark standing in the driveway, watching the four of us drive off.
"Crocodile tears," Candice commented. "That's what my Mom calls it when someone fakes it for sympathy."
"I don't know," Rachel pondered. "If you were a guy and just got a blowjob like the one Miss Mandy gave Mark, I think you'd be in tears too if your lover was leaving."
I smiled, thinking of myself as 'Mandy' and being Mark's lover and where all that might lead before the summer was over. My folks would be gone six to eight weeks and I'd been with the DeSpain's for just over two. Even if we spent a whole week at the lake house where we were headed, I'd still have over half the summer to spend with Mark. So while I might have to wait a few days before I got back in bed with my 'lover', there was lots of time before I had to head back to Georgia and I wondered if the girls knew why I was grinning.
As the girls chatted, teasing me and trying to draw me into their conversation, I just smiled and gazed out the window, lost in my own thoughts - thoughts that I wasn't ready to discuss with them; at least not yet. Eventually, Candice made herself busy playing the pushbuttons on the radio, Rachel concentrated on not getting lost on some of the unmarked roads we needed to take, and Melanie read a book. 'At least one of the DeSpain kids knows how to read,' I thought, bringing my mind back to Mark and that morning yet again.
Had the girls been just a moment or two later when they came to our bedroom door the second time, and if they'd opened the door without knocking as they'd done the first time, they would have seen Mark with my cock in his mouth. He'd had it in his hand and inches from his lips when they'd knocked. So I had to say one thing for Mark; he wasn't selfish in the blowjob department. He was more than willing to reciprocate, and, as I was to learn over the next several years, that isn't always the case.
So one of the reasons I wasn't anxious to talk about sex with a carload of good-looking girls was that I already had a woodie tenting the front of my panties and shorts and was horny as hell. And I think even before the girls saw me sucking Mark's cock, they'd had plans of getting me into some sort of similar situation with their cousin Chuck. Now that they knew for sure that I was a full-fledged cocksucker, there'd be no stopping them. Of course I had no way of knowing how Chuck would feel about the whole thing. There was always a chance he wouldn't want a blowjob from a boy or a girl or a girly-boy or whatever I was to be considered. But the more I thought about it, the more I hoped he would.
And the more we drove, the more I wondered if there really was a Chuck, or a lake, or if this was all some elaborate big joke on me, the dumb yokel from Georgia. I knew nothing about the area and they could easily put me in a car and drive around for an hour or so and wind up two blocks from where we started and I wouldn't know it. A lot of these farm roads were beginning to look the same to me and I couldn't imagine there really being a lake at the end of any of them.
For one thing, back home in Georgia, when you drove to a lake, you drove through forests with lots of vegetation. All I'd seen since we left the DeSpain's house was rocks, gnarly trees, barbwire, ugly cattle, and thorny looking bushes. And every time we crossed a little bridge with the name of some creek on it, the creek bed was bone dry. As best as I remembered from my geography classes, you had to have water in the creeks to have water in the rivers to have water in the lakes. Back in Georgia, it rained most every afternoon. Since I'd been in South Texas, it hadn't rained once and I'd been told it might not rain again until after I'd gone home.
For all those reasons, I'd come to the conclusion that either the whole 'going to the lake' story was a scam or that in this part of the country, 'lake' had a completely different meaning. The way these crazy Texans did things, we might be going to a hunting cabin with a dry stock pond in the front yard. And I had to wonder just how much all of this had been spur of the moment planning or if this was some scheme the girls had concocted beginning back when they first heard I'd be spending the summer. Not that it mattered; I was in for whatever they had planned.
All those thoughts were passing through my mind as I stared out a window at the passing non-scenery from my seat in the back of the car. Then we came over a rise in a gap between two hills and I heard Candice say, "'bout time."
When I looked out the front window, stretching for miles in every direction was the biggest damn lake I'd ever seen. It was almost as if all the missing moisture from a couple of hundred miles around had been deposited in this one spot. I was in awe.
But my surprise wasn't nearly as big as the one that was waiting for the girls and me when we got to the lake house. Chuck the chunk had turned into a hunk.
He greeted us wearing a pair of swim shorts and looked so different that even Melanie, who had met him, asked, "Who is he?" As for Rachel and Candice, they just sort of stammered, not at all sure.
"I think its Chuck," Rachel said softly, "But I can't believe it."
As usual for me lately, I was both excited and disappointed. Chuck was a very good looking guy of about twenty and I was more than willing to be the victim of any plan the girls had that involved him and Mandy. But I could also conclude that if the girls didn't know that the Chunk was now a hunk, than they hadn't been in touch with him enough to set up any sort of plan. Whatever the girls had in mind for me, Chuck wasn't in on it. I'd have to use my untried, feminine wiles.
"Who are the two good looking ladies you brought with you?" Chuck asked as soon as he'd finished greeting his cousins. He didn't recognize Melanie any more than she had recognized him. Amazing the changes that can happen in a year at that age.
I waited for Rachel to answer. I could tell from the looks the two sisters were giving each other that they were having misgivings about their plan to fool Chuck. But dressed as I was, they had to dream up a quick excuse, admit to their plan, or go through with it - at least for the moment.
I almost had to laugh when Candice introduce Melanie to Chuck and Melanie pulled her shoulders back and stuck her chest out to make her boobs look bigger. It was so obvious that even Chuck nearly laughed. I didn't try to play any of those tricks. When she introduced me, I let my eyes do the talking and I believe that right there, Chuck read the 'anytime, anywhere, anything,' look I gave him. He might not be sure about the other girls, but he knew damn well from the way I looked into his eyes, then glanced down at his crotch, that this 'girl' wanted his bod!
It didn't go unnoticed. A few minutes later when I was alone in our guest room with the girls, they jumped me. "Why didn't you just take his shorts off and suck his dick right there in the driveway?" Melanie asked me. "I saw the way you looked at him. You never had sex until yesterday and now all of a sudden you're a slut! I'm surprised he didn't notice you had a hard on."
Candice was giving her a look to tell her to shut up, but Rachel had already caught the slip.
"Yesterday?" Rachel asked no one in particular. Then she looked directly at me. "Who did you have sex with yesterday?"
I had no doubt in my mind by now that Rachel didn't know about the girls sucking me off together and for some reason, Candice in particular, didn't want her sister to know. It wouldn't hurt to have Candice owe me one. "I think she meant last night when Mark got home. That was the first time we did it," I explained.
The look Rachel gave me made me wonder if she believed me, but she didn't say anything. In fact, none of us said anything until Chuck came out of his room where he'd gone to make some phone calls.
Their lake house was beautiful. It was square, log cabin style, two story, and with all the bedrooms upstairs. The first floor had a shower and toilet on one side with both an inside and outside door so that someone needing a toilet could use it without entering the house, or shower before coming inside. On the opposite side was a large, open kitchen area and the rest of the first floor, with the exception of a staircase, was wide open. Upstairs, the second floor was quartered into four sleeping rooms, two on each side of a central hallway, and each pair had a connecting bath.
We were waiting in one of the guest rooms, across the hall from Chuck's room, and there was another guest room next to the one we were in. As yet, we hadn't discussed sleeping arrangements so I'd helped the girls bring all our things to the one room. Each of the guest rooms was huge and had two double beds. Except for the fact that I'd have to share a bed with someone, we could have all slept in one room. Noticing that we were all bunched together, Chuck offered to let us use both guest rooms.
"You can all stay together in here if you want, but there's two more beds in the other guest room and you can spread out if you like. Why don't you two older girls take this room," he said, indicating Rachel and myself, "and you two younger girls can take the other guest room."
I thought Melanie was going to scream. She was so pissed that Chuck thought I was more mature than her that she couldn't stand it and had to say something to put me down. "Just as long as little Mandy gets her own bed. She has to wear diapers at night and we have a cover to put on the mattress," she told him, gloating.
"Is that true?" Chuck asked me, smiling gently.
"Not entirely," I told him and saw Melanie's jaw drop. I think she was sure I was going to tell him the whole story. But I didn't. Instead, I added, like it was all a big joke, "Sometimes I like to wear diapers during the day too."
Chuck gave me the biggest, heartiest laugh I'd ever gotten. For some reason he thought that was hilarious. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and said, like it was no big thing, "I used to wet the bed but I haven't tried it in a while. We'll have to talk about that."
That gave us all pause to think and my lewd thoughts were, 'I'll swear he meant that he'd tried wetting the bed on purpose after he used to wet the bed accidentally and it almost sounded like he was implying that he wouldn't mind trying it again - maybe together.' Then, as Chuck went to get their boat out of the boathouse to give us a ride around the lake, I decided it was too much wishful thinking on my part. But it was definitely food for fantasy.
"For the time being, let's split up like he said," Rachel told us, cutting off any more comments from Melanie. "That way I can keep an eye on Miss Mandy and maybe keep her out of trouble."
"But I don't want to keep out of trouble," I teased, getting a smile from Chuck just before he disappeared from sight down the stairs.
"And that's exactly why I'm going to keep an eye on you!" Rachel kidded back. At least I think she was kidding.
"I think someone has the hots for my cousin," Candice joined in the teasing.
Rachel nodded. "I think these two cousins," indicating Melanie and me, "have the hots for my cousin and one of them is jealous," Rachel told us, seeing the way Melanie was still fuming.
"And I suppose neither of you two would ever consider jumping your cousin's bones," Melanie answered in a huff.
It was beginning to look like my flirting with Chuck had been a mistake. But at least the question in my mind about whether we were still going to do the diaper thing had been answered. Because of Melanie trying to put me down, now we'd have to go through with the whole thing, including the diapers. I guess I could have reminded them that fooling Chuck had been the main reason for my coming with them, but in a big way, that was no longer true. It was 'Chunk' that I was supposed to pull the joke on, not 'Chuck the Hunk'!
I guess I made another mistake a short time later when I accepted Chuck's offer to let me drive their boat. I suppose I should have declined and let all the other girls take a turn at the wheel ahead of me but I wasn't thinking. Even Rachel gave me a glare when Chuck offered to let me drive it first. Of course Melanie had to pop off and remarked that I wasn't old enough to drive a car yet and I'd explained to Chuck that it was true and that I was from Georgia where you had to be 18. I was waiting for him to ask how old I really was and had been debating what to answer, but he never did. I think he'd already decided I was old enough for whatever he had in mind and I was to find out why later that day.
His ski boat was one of those super-sleek boats with a big Olds engine for power. It was as racy as it looked and definitely not like the fishing boat I'd driven with my dad's supervision. I quickly discovered that pressing on the gas pedal made it go very fast and NOW. It was like lighting the fuse on a skyrocket. The girls were still milling around in back, trying to decide who was going to sit where and they all wound up in a pile, cursing me.
What we did find out during that boat ride was that Chuck had gotten into sports in college and in associating with other jocks, had become a fitness buff. That's how he'd trimmed down so much over the last two years. He'd dropped almost a hundred pounds, most of it the first year, but the girls hadn't noticed the previous summer because he was still wearing his big baggy clothes then.
He also let us know that some of his jock buddies were coming up the next day and he wasn't sure if they intended to spend the night or not. "But don't worry about having a place to sleep," he added. "If we have to, I can sleep in my parent's room and they can all crash in my room. My dad uses this place for entertainment so every room has two beds and we can sleep sixteen before we have to break out the cots and sleeping bags."
Then he added, indicating what we might expect from the weekend, "Of course if any of you girls happens to like any of my friends, you're more than welcome to share your beds. I don't have any rules about that sort of thing - or clothing either if you remember."
In the funny looking metal mirror on the dash I could see the girls glancing at each other. I'd never been given the details about the skinny-dipping episode, but on the way back from our boat ride, I noticed a new privacy fence down one side of the property. Nudity could be a problem, at least for me. While I might be able to fool Chuck and his friends for a day or two dressed as Mandy, if everyone went skinny-dipping or just decided we should all get naked, I was a cooked goose unless I pretended to be on my period or that I was some sort of super prude or something.
The other three were looking at Chuck just as dreamily - or lustfully - as I was. If I wanted to get in 'first licks' so to speak, I'd have to do it in a hurry and worry later about what he thought after he found out I was a guy. I decided it might be a good idea to cut out the Mandy act as soon as possible and be Andy by the time his friends got here the next day. That meant I needed to get Chuck off by myself for 30 minutes or so and just the thought that I was seriously going to seduce a man, thrilled me immensely. I got my chance right after lunch.
The girls decided to lay out in the sun and work on their tans and made it clear they intended to do it topless. I guess they knew I couldn't and it would give them an edge in the 'Chuck' race. I figured seeing Rachel topless was worth loosing that edge. Did I tell you she was gorgeous?
Instead, Chuck threw us all a curve when he announced that he needed to run to the store and check the mail at a neighbors place. "You've never been to this area Mandy," he told me. "Why don't you ride with me and I'll show you some of the things we couldn't see from the boat. We won't be gone long and you'll have plenty of time to work on your tan when we get back - or tomorrow."
It was the perfect excuse I needed so of course I jumped at it, drawing glares from the other three. There were two vehicles in the driveway beside Rachel's mom's car. One was Chuck's little sports car and the other was an old pickup. I was surprised he wanted to take the truck, but thought it might be because of whatever he had to get at the store - like a big bag of charcoal or something. As soon as we were away from the house, I found out the real reason.
"Slide over here," he told me, indicating I should sit close to him, something we couldn't have done in his car. And being a good girl - or maybe a not-so-good girl - I did. Then he put his hand on my bare thigh, inches from my crotch, and asked, "What's your real name?"
My heart stopped. I couldn't believe he could possibly know the truth and figured he assumed 'Mandy' to be a nickname. "Amanda." I answered, trying to be coy.
"That's a pretty name too," he told me. "But I meant, what name do you use when you're not dressed like a girl?"
I was so scared at that moment that I wished I'd worn some of my diapers. I was sure I was going to wet my panties. My mouth was open to speak but nothing would come out. There were a hundred things going through my head at once and fear was just one of them.
"Don't worry, I already know," he told me, sensing my fright and stroking my thigh gently. "I found out all about Mandy and Andy before you ever got here and you turned out to be even prettier than I'd hoped."
"You're not mad?" I had to ask.
"Not at all," he told me then got serious. "I like girls. In fact, I'll probably get engaged before the summer is out. But my roommate at college and I have been the closest of friends - if you catch my meaning - since the first week of my first semester. Johnny is one of the guys coming up tomorrow and I'm sure he and Sam will love you dressed as Mandy."
"But who told you?" And even as I asked it, I knew damn well who it had to be.
"I guess your friend Mark was a little pissed off about being left behind. One of my cousins gave Melanie's mom the number here in case they had to reach us. So he called to warn me about the big plan he said y'all had to make a fool out of me."
"So really the joke was on us," I told him and had to laugh.
"Yeah, and what I heard y'all say before we went out in the boat went along with what else he told me."
He still had his hand on my thigh but had worked two fingers into the leg opening of my shorts and was playing with the edge of my panties. When I didn't stop him or ask what else Mark had said, he told me anyway.
"He told me you give great head. And I heard the girls talking about you and him through the air vents saying the same thing." Then he closed his fingers around my cock, smiled and told me, "I don't really need to go to the store. I'm going to a house that belongs to some friends of my folks that I look after every day. If you're as horny as I am, we can have some fun there and the girls don't have to know I know."
I automatically looked at his crotch to see that his shorts were tented and rubbing the steering wheel. For an answer, I began rubbing his shorts. It was only a mile to the house he was going to and I'm surprised we made it. It was another minor miracle that we managed to get each other undressed without ruining our clothes in the heat of passion.
Because he was as anxious to sample my young cock as I was to get my lips on his more mature one, we wound up in a 69 and I decided after a few minutes that I didn't like it. I couldn't concentrate on the pleasure of giving a blowjob at the same time as I was enjoying the pleasure of getting one. He must have felt the same way because when I pulled my mouth off him for a moment, he swung around to where I couldn't reach his dick and then went back to work on me - so much for whether Chuck would be agreeable to sex with a boy/girl.
After he'd drained my balls and moved to present me with his cock, I went to work using what little I knew and some of the tricks he'd used on me. And I must have been doing it right because he kept moaning about how good I was. Of course that made me try even harder to please him. Very quickly I did, taking as much pleasure in swallowing his cum load as he did in giving it to me.
"Looks like I made a mess of your makeup," he told me as we rested.
Some girl I made! I'd never thought about the need to bring a purse with me so I could touch up my makeup. I had a lot to learn about this girl thing. I jumped up and found a mirror down the hall of the house. One look told me I had to do something before we went back or the girls would know for sure I'd been giving head. Then I thought, 'But so what? The whole idea had been to fool Chuck until he made some sort of play for me. Not only had he made a play for me, we'd just sucked each other's cocks - mission accomplished and then some. I can go back to being Andy right now.' Chuck had a better idea.
"Wanna have some fun with the girls?" he asked.
I had no idea of what he meant by fun, but if it included physical pleasure, it sounded good to me. "Sure," I told him. "Like how?"
"I'm not sure how right this minute. But I think for now we ought to let them go on thinking I don't know you're a guy." Then he told me a little more about Johnny and the other guy that would be out tomorrow.
I nodded and thought it might be fun to fool the girls who thought they were fooling Chuck. It also meant that I'd get to spend the whole time, even after his friends arrived, as Mandy. That really appealed to me too, since he'd implied his friends would 'enjoy' a guy like Mandy. I wasn't certain what he'd meant by 'enjoy', but just about everything my imagination came up with brought a smile to my face.
Yesterday, accepting the role of Mandy, I thought I'd crossed a line. In the last 24 hours, I'd done so much more than that. There'd been four different mouths on my previously virgin cock and my mouth had relished the taste of two. And while I was trying to convince myself that all I was doing was the sort of sexual experimentation all kids my age went through, back in the back of my mind I knew that it wasn't likely that I'd be giving up any of the things I'd tried. I'd enjoyed it all so far. Chuck reminded me of another.
"Much better, you look cute." he commented. I was standing at the mirror in the bathroom, wearing just the padded bra, and putting on some lipstick that he'd found in the house. I smiled at him in the mirror and he continued. "Were you really planning to wear diapers too?" he asked, fondling my soft cock. "Mark didn't mention it, but the girls made it sound like something you do."
"He didn't point out that I was wearing a wet diaper when I sucked him off before we left?" When Chuck laughed and shook his head, I told him, "That's not like Mark at all."
"He didn't say you'd sucked him. All he told me was that you liked to give head. Maybe he didn't think I'd figure out why he should be so sure of that."
"Now THAT sounds like Mark. 'Think' is not one of Mark's habits - or abilities. That guy would need instructions to operate a doorknob."
"But you do wear diapers?" Chuck asked, getting back to that.
"Yeah, I guess it's weird to like that when you're this old, but I really do."
He looked at me, smiling, and told me, "I meant it when I said that I used to be a bed wetter. And I wasn't much younger than you then. I kind of liked it and would find ways to wet myself even after I'd quit wearing the diapers." Then he looked at me with an embarrassed grin and said, "I still do."
More to follow. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com