Closed Doors Ep. 02

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Episode TWO

"CIRCUMSTANCE"

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A scream woke Jack the next morning. Bolting straight up in bed, he was immediately hit with a blast of sunlight as he opened his eyes. While he covered them with his hand and let them slowly adjust to the extremely bright light, he reminded himself that he should remind himself to close the curtains at night.

When his vision normalized, he saw Hayley in the pool yelling up at Stacy Marie, who was standing on the deck. From what he could gather, it seemed that Stacy had shoved Hayley in, and Hayley seemed a little upset at that. He turned to get up out of bed when he realized that, as usual, he had slept in the nude and therefore, had no clothes on. He scanned the room, but the closest apparel was too far away. Another reason to close the curtains at night.

From the pool, Hayley noticed Jack stirring inside the poolhouse. She shot Stacy Marie a glance, nodding in Jack's direction. As Stacy Marie turned to look, she caught the briefest glimpse of Jack's nude form before he could wrap the sheet around his waist. She looked back at Hayley and smiled. Hayley giggled. Jack stopped by the door on his way to the bathroom and said, "You two make a terrible alarm clock."

As Jack retreated to the bathroom in the poolhouse, the girls started giggling, and after Hayley had splashed her friend a few times, Stacy gave up and jumped in.

When Jack returned from the bathroom, he was wearing his swimming trunks. He stepped out of the poolhouse to the girls whispering. "What are you two whispering about?"

The girls, still in the pool but clinging to the side, said, in their sweetest innocent voices, "Nothing."

"Yeah, okay," Jack replied. "Is there coffee in there?"

"I think so," said Hayley.

"Kara was making some when we came out here," Stacy Marie added.

"Excellent," Jack said as he turned and headed for the house.

Inside, Jack found Kara sitting at the dining room table, sipping a cup of coffee. "Morning, Jack," she greeted him.

Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Kara. "Couldn't help but notice there was no 'good' attached to that 'morning'" Jack said sarcastically, taking a sip from his cup.

"Ugh," she began. "I'm not through waking up yet."

"At least you weren't woken up by two screaming girls."

"No, but I was kept awake by two giggling ones."

Jack laughed, "I figured that might happen. That's why I took up residence out in the poolhouse."

"Well, don't be surprised," she warned, standing up, "if they drive me to bunk with you one of these nights." Kara walked over and poured herself a refill of coffee. As she reached up to get the jar of creamer out of an overhead cabinet, the dress shirt she was wearing, he guessed she got it out of his closet, came up enough to reveal that she had no panties on.

"Nice shirt," Jack commented, his gaze stuck on Kara's backside.

"Yeah, it's yours," she replied as she brought the jar down. "I hope you don't mind." Kara looked over her shoulder as she said this and caught the direction that Jack's eyes were focused on. "Are you staring at my ass, little brother?"

"Just noticing how my shirt fits you," Jack winked. Kara stuck her tongue out at him and went back to preparing her coffee.

When she returned to the table, Jack was looking out a back window at the girls in the pool. Kara picked up on this. "I'm of the opinion that our little Stacy Marie has a crush on you, little brother."

Jack turned his head and gave Kara a silent look for a few minutes. "Yeah, I picked up on that." He took a sip of his coffee and turned his head back to the window. They watched for a while as the girls climbed out of the pool. "She does have a good body," Kara commented.

"Yeah," Jack said, sipping his coffee.

"I'll bet she's a wildcat in the sack."

Jack was intrigued by that statement. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one, she's a quiet girl," Kara pointed out.

"And quiet girls are wild in bed?"

"No, not all of them. But she has a killer body."

"How does that make a difference?"

"She knows she has a hot body. With that combination, I'll wager just about anything that when you get her behind closed doors, she's a firecracker."

Jack took in Kara's commentary as he watched the girls stretch out on a couple of patio chairs. He sipped his coffee.

"Can you give me a ride into town?"

"Sure," Jack answered. "I was going anyways. Let me get a shower first." He downed the rest of the coffee in his cup, poured himself a refill, and headed out to the poolhouse.

Kara smiled to herself as she saw Stacy Marie's eyes lock onto Jack as he walked past her. She took the last sip of her coffee and placed it in the sink on her way back to her room.

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"Do you think your brother likes me?" Stacy Marie asked Hayley as the two lounged in chairs by the pool.

"I don't know," Hayley replied. She thought for a while, but all she could add to her answer was, "Maybe."

The girls went back to soaking up the morning sun in silence for a few minutes before Hayley spoke up again. "I think you definitely got him to notice you last night."

Stacy Marie giggled, remembering how Jack was speechless when he saw her arriving to the restaurant the night before. "You don't think it was too obvious, do you?" she asked.

"Well," Hayley began, turning her head to look over at her friend. "Me, mom and Kara knew exactly what was going on. I'm not sure dad realized that anything was even going on."

"I caught him staring at me a couple of times," mentioned Stacy Marie.

"Who, Jack? Well, yeah. Everyone caught that."

"No, I mean your dad."

Hayley sat up and looked over at Stacy Marie. "Really?" she asked.

Stacy Marie nodded. What she wasn't telling Hayley was that she also caught him fucking Kara, his own daughter, in the parking lot when she first arrived. But she was the only one who had seen it, so she kept the secret to herself.

As Hayley resigned herself to the fact that her father had been caught staring at her best friend and laid back in her chair again, Stacy Marie's cell phone started ringing on the patio table.

Stacy got up and walked over to the table. She picked up her phone and let out an exasperated sigh when she saw the name on the display. She let out a little grunt as she pressed the button to answer and placed the phone to her ear. "Hey, mom."

All Hayley could hear was Stacy's side of the conversation, but she guessed that she was being called to come home as Stacy said things like, "Yeah, I know...I guess I have laid out in the sun enough for today," and, "I know graduation is at 3:00 , mom...okay, see you in a little bit." Stacy Marie generated a little aggravated growl as she hung up. "God!" she exclaimed. "Like I'm gonna forget about graduation today."

Stacy Marie plopped herself back down on the chair and buried her face in her hands. When she had composed herself, she raised her head back up and drew in a deep breath. "Well, I gotta go home."

"Yeah. I guessed that," Hayley said with a hint of sarcasm.

About that time, Dave walked out onto the patio and called out, "Hey, girls."

Hayley turned to look. "Hey, daddy."

"I've got to run into town for a bit to sign some purchase papers. If your mom calls, tell her I'll be back in a little while," Dave instructed Hayley.

As he turned to walk back inside the house, Hayley called out, "Hey, daddy?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Can you give Stacy a ride home on your way?" she asked.

Dave nodded his head. "Sure. I'd be happy to."

Stacy Marie threw a knowing look over at Hayley as she grabbed her shorts and stood up. Hayley giggled.

Stacy Marie make a point of giving her hips a little extra waggle as she slid her shorts up over her bikini bottoms. She didn't bother with a shirt, she didn't have one anyways. She bent down and picked up her sandals, grabbed her phone and did a quick little bouncy jog up to Hayley's dad, purposefully creating a little extra bounce in her luscious tits for his benefit. There was a little seductive glint in her eye when she caught his gaze as he passed him.

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In the car, Kara's cell phone chirped, signaling her that a text message had just been received. She touched the screen on the phone and it displayed the message: 'I got it. Stop by.' Her face lit up, and she slid the phone back into her purse.

"Hot date?" Jack teased. He looked over at her when she didn't immediately reply and nearly ran a stop sign.

"Dumbass," she blurted, her comment on his driving skills. "Just some supplies for tonight."

"What's tonight?" Jack asked.

"It's Saturday. Graduation weekend. I figured we'd find something fun to get into," Kara explained.

"Alright, kickass," he agreed. "What are these supplies you speak of?"

"Umm..." Kara delayed, acting like she was deciding on whether or not to tell him. "Pharmaceuticals."

"Pharmaceuticals? That's all I get?"

Kara giggled. "Can it be a surprise? I know you'll like it."

Jack couldn't help but be amused at Kara's playfulness, and nodded his agreement.

"Alright," he said, after a few minutes of silence. "Where am I taking you to?"

"Oh, you can drop me off at the mall."

"That's where I was going anyways. I need to get some strings," Jack informed her.

"Oh good then, we'll just shop together. Wait a minute, does this mean you brought your guitar home with you?" Kara asked, a bit excited.

"Yeah, I'm leaving from here Monday to go play some gigs down in Key West."

"The Keys?" Kara exclaimed, surprised.

"Yeah," Jack began to explain. "A buddy of mine has a brother that owns a little club right on the beach. A couple of months ago he was visiting and listened to me play at a bar back at school. He invited me down to play for a couple of nights."

Kara, genuinely surprised, and proud, slapped him on the shoulder. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah, it should be fun," Jack said.

"Oh it will be," Kara explained. "The Keys are wonderful."

She got quiet as she thought for a moment. "You know, I've never heard you play."

Jack was surprised at that. "Really?" he asked.

"Really," Kara answered. "You didn't start to really play until you went to college."

"Wow," Jack said, realizing she was right. "I can't believe that."

"Yeah, shame on you."

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Dave was feeling slightly uncomfortable as he did his best to keep his eyes on the road while the tantalizing form of his daughter's best friend sat in the seat beside him. As much as he tried, however, his willpower failed him at moments and he couldn't resist stealing a look or two.

Stacy Marie had put on a pair of shorts, covering her bikini bottoms, right before they got in the car. Dave noticed, though, that the thin, white fabric that they were made of allowed him to see the black bikini stretched tightly over the mound between her thighs. He didn't notice her watching him as he was discovering this, though.

Stacy Marie turned her eyes back to the front, smiling to herself, thrilled by Dave's not-so-subtle gawking. "Thanks again for the ride, Mr. Bennett," she said in her most innocent little girl tone, which she definitely was not at the present moment.

Dave jerked his eyes back up and focused them quickly on the road, hoping that the nubile teenager hadn't just seen him staring at what he had just been staring at. "Well, you're welcome, Stacy," he replied, trying as much as he could to act like any normal parent of a friend, and not like the horny, lustful man that he was becoming at that moment. "It's no problem at all."

It amused Stacy Marie that Dave was so obviously not turning to look at her as they exchanged their dialogue. She looked down at herself, curious as to how she was appearing to the frustrated man in the drivers seat.

Stacy Marie was aware beforehand that her black bottoms could probably be seen through her thin shorts, and she was right. The triangles of black material that were molded over her soft, round tits pulled them up slightly, with the help of the thin straps that tied behind her neck. They weren't so tightly locked down, though, that the occasional bump in the road wouldn't result in the cream colored globes being free enough to bounce and jiggle.

Without turning her head, Stacy Marie glanced left enough to discover that Dave was again admiring her arousing flesh. Her eyes picked up on a slight bulge in the area of his Dockers that lay over his package. She couldn't quite decide whether or not it was the result of just how the pants were bunching up because he was seated, or the more interesting explanation, to her anyway, that Dave was getting hard because of the looks he was stealing.

Feeling a little naughty, she slid her hips back in the seat, effecting a slight arch in her back, sitting up straighter. This small adjustment in posture generated two useful results: One, the waistband of her little, flimsy shorts slid down on her hips an inch or two, allowing the top of the bikini around her waist to become visible to the eye. Secondly, the arch of her back pushed her tits, now with hard nipples poking out against the fabric, up and out, making them more prominent. This, she thought to herself, will definitely steal any man's attention. She anticipated his reaction.

It wasn't long in coming. Dave tentatively began to steal another glance. As Stacy Marie realized he was starting to turn his gaze back to her, her eyes immediately dropped to lock onto that bulge in his pants.

It surprised her that she immediately knew the moment that Dave's eyes had caught sight of her. It had to have been an instant reaction to her newly situated shape. While she was staring down at his covered cock, the bulge popped up, almost doubling in size.

"Well, here you go," Dave said, bringing Stacy out of her focus. She looked outside, and sure enough, they were sitting in the driveway at her house.

"Thanks again, Mr. Bennett," she said, presenting him with a sweet smile.

"You're welcome," he replied. "We'll see you in a little while."

Stacy Marie nodded and opened the car door. She was around the front of the car when she released her hold on the sandals she was carrying, letting one fall to the ground. Her back was to Mr. Bennett in the car, but she had the feeling that he was watching her walk away.

She stopped and bent straight over at the waist, causing the shorts she was wearing to stretch tight against the ass she was presenting for his pleasure. She picked up the sandal, and looked back at him as she paused before straightening back up. He was indeed still watching her, eyes wide at the moment. She stood back up, and threw him a wink over her shoulder, then continued on into her house.

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Walking through the main corridor of the mall, Kara bounded alongside Jack with her arm through his. The way that they laughed and talked along their way might have given the average passer-by the idea that they were an average happy couple.

"Ah, here we go," Jack motioned with his free hand as they came up on Notes Music Store. "I have to pick up supplies for the trip to the Keys."

"Supplies?" Kara asked. She couldn't think of what would constitute supplies that one might need to play music in a club.

"Yeah," Jack explained. "A new set of strings, and some backups. I need some picks too, and a new microphone cord."

"Oh," Kara replied, having received her answer.

As they entered the store, Kara's eye caught a single guitar set on display a few feet inside. She released Jack's arm and bounded over to it. "Oh" she gasped. "It's so pretty!"

Jack walked over to inspect it with her. It was indeed a beautiful guitar, a blue and black Gibson Les Paul electric whose gloss was so well polished that the mirror-like shine allowed Kara to adjust her bangs while looking at it.

Jack reached out and ran his fingers along the neck of the instrument. "Yeah, I'd love to have a guitar like this. Couldn't use it much live, without a band. But I'd definitely put it to use in a studio."

Kara reached out and pulled the tag up so that she could see the price on it. "4,000 dollars?!?" Kara exclaimed, shocked at how much a guitar could cost.

"Yeah," Jack answered, still admiring it. "And worth every penny."

Kara looked over at him and smiled. It seemed cute to her, in a way, to see him

so enamored with it. She could see in his face how, at that moment, in his mind, Jack was somewhere else, playing beautiful melodies with it.

Jack let out a sigh as he came back to reality. "I could never afford it though."

Kara developed a sad expression on her face when she heard that. She turned her head and looked at him, Jack still admiring the Gibson guitar. Her eyes brightened a little when a thought crossed her mind moments later.

When she turned her head back to the front to glance what else might be in the store, she saw an employee behind the counter that held a small glass display case and the register, about 20 feet away. The young blonde that had caught Kara's attention had her head down, thumbing through a magazine or catalog, and hadn't noticed them yet. Kara nudged Jack in the side with her elbow. "Jack, look," she whispered and motioned for him to direct his attention over to the girl she was looking at.

When Jack saw her, he immediately recognized her. How could he not? It was Debbie Sullivan, the high school sweetheart that had broken his heart in two when he found out that he had cheated on him one weekend while he was out of town with his family.

Jack was flummoxed as he tried to decide how he was going to react. He fully realized that he had never stopped loving her, though he didn't admit that to anyone else. Since they had graduated, he had only talked to her once, about a year ago. That was only a chance run-in at a football game. He had gone to watch Hayley perform as the band played for half-time. Debbie was there to watch her brother, the quarterback of the varsity football team. It had been nothing but awkward, and the two had quickly ended the encounter and went their separate ways.

Before he could decide on what he was going to say or do now, though (and it was going to have to be something, seeing as how he had to make a purchase and she was the only one working), Kara had already left him and was over at the counter saying hello to Debbie. Jack sighed, becoming a little apprehensive as to what Kara might say. You could never tell about her.

"Hey, Debbie," Kara said when she reached the counter. Debbie looked up from her magazine and was a bit surprised.

"Kara...hey," she replied.

It was a little to fast for her to see, but Debbie became confused when Kara slid something about the size of a business card or something under the magazine she had been reading. "Take this," Kara instructed, looking over her shoulder to see Jack finally making his way over to them.

Debbie saw Jack and looked at Kara, still confused. Kara dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned in towards Debbie. "Don't let Jack see, leave it under the magazine until he goes away. I'll explain before we leave."

Debbie nodded her head in understanding Kara's directions, but still was confused as to what it was all about. Her eyes turned to Jack as he reached the two of them, and they brightened. "Hello, Jack."

She was thrilled when he smiled back at her. "Hey, Debbie. It's been a while."

Returning his smile, Debbie replied, "Yes, it has."

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Hayley lounged lazily in one of the patio chairs, her skin soaking up the sunlight. Since everyone had gone somewhere else, leaving her the only one at home, she had seized the opportunity to remove her bikini completely to tan in the nude. Her tanning oil covered body glowed bronze. Every once in a while a bead of sweat would slide down and into the towel that was under her.