I thought for a moment about what Abby asked before I answered. A condensed version of what I said:

"I'm inclined to believe them when they said they didn't know we were here, didn't come here to spy on us, and that when they came into the house, it was filled with the music of our lovemaking," I said.

"They/you (Peter) should have made us aware of roaming about the house. It would have been a lot easier to deal with an accidental discovery than you watching for some number of minutes with the surprise that created by cumming on us."

"No, Peter should not have cum on you/us without your/our permission (more about that in a moment). I would cut him a little slack though, because you're (Abby) likely to find that younger males aren't quite as adept at controlling their orgasms as some of their older brethren. You're very pleasing to the eye and should expect that you would get some sort of reaction from most males watching you fucking or being fucked (note: I was thinking hetero at that point). And yes, there could be something about the extra added taboo that you're his younger sister. Although I don't have a sister, I've had friends who do and I've had some experience with this sexual taboo and tension."

"When I was in my early 20's, while I might have decent control of my cumming during intercourse, other visual and audible stimulation might trigger me over the edge and I might shoot my cum 5 to 6 feet, too."

"You've opened that door to having them watch us. I'm okay with it if you are. But you've got to decide whether your okay having your brother watching you in various aspects of our sexual relationship. And they've got to decide, after seeing us together to begin with, whether they want to watch with our knowledge and what they and you would get from it."

"You guys really messed up a very intimate moment between Abby and I. We probably still could have had that moment if we weren't surprised and if we knew you were watching, just to show the love and tenderness we share. But your being here and cumming on us, really messed that up!"

What I (carefully) left unsaid was anything that would have hinted at the sort of experiences and encounters in group sex that we would have done with Abby's friends (most notably Stephanie and Ann). I was pretty sure that wasn't something Abby was sharing about our relationship.

The other thing that I left unsaid was one of the darker issues where I thought Abby was going or could go during her angry outburst at Peter.

A quick flashback:

You see, when Abby's older brother let it be known that Abby and I had been sleeping together, I knew that there was something else going on, specifically with what was contained in Catie's journals. I mentioned this previously in Chapters 2 and 12. Although Catie didn't write it all out in explicit detail in her journals like she did about some of her encounters with me, there was enough detail there was enough detail to put together what had happened between Catie and her oldest brother after he had graduated from high school. Actually, it was more than just her brother, it was her brother's friends, too.

It wasn't something that Catie was particularly proud of either. But she did want me to know that it was part of her past.

It was a warm summer day in 1977, not unlike the previous day or even this Saturday would be in 1986. It was after her oldest brother had graduated from high school; that summer break between high school before you and all your buddies scatter and become anonymous in your first year at a college or university campus. Catie had experienced that and so had I by going to schools that were not "local" and nobody knew you. But for her oldest brother, he was still in the gap between high school with that known and knowing hierarchy that would change dramatically after that.

Catie had come back to Portland during her summer break between her junior and senior year at the university that she was attending. She was 21 years old. She welcomed the break from classes even though she was doing quite well in school. It would be that last push of her senior year and then on to a career wherever that took her. I had a similar experience to that as my junior year was the toughest and most difficult year of the four years I was there.

Catie had met a guy on the campus and they started dating. Her sex life with him was satisfying (at first) but became, as she put it, routine and eventually boring. They weren't dating anyone else while they were away from each other (or Catie certainly wasn't). And while, at age 21, she was of legal drinking age, going out and "clubbing" with friends wasn't really her thing at the time.

Anyway, it was a warm Saturday and Catie was alone at home. Her mom and dad were off doing their working things. Abby (9, almost 10) and Peter (14) were off somewhere at summer camps, and Catie's oldest brother (1😎 was off with his friends with his brand new car. Catie's oldest brother ended up driving to a friend's house with a couple of his buddies and as things sometimes happened in those days, they got into the "beer locker." When tossing a frisbee, football, or sitting around drinking beer got boring to them, they made some calls and tried to get some bikini clad female high school friends to join them. They were mostly unsuccessful.

Late in the afternoon, Catie's brother called home, hoping that Catie was there. He, at least, had enough sense to know that he probably had a few too many beers (he shouldn't have had any) and he didn't want to risk driving his brand new car home in his condition. Catie told him that she'd come and get them, take his friends home and bring him home, too.

When Catie arrived to pick him and his friends up, she found the boys in the backyard and some young girl that they had convinced to come by. They were trying to coax her out of her bikini or at least her top ("C'mon! Let us cum on your tits!"). Catie strolled up and (according to her) said "Hi, guys! Had a few too many beers, have you?" with a certain air of authority. She came up beside the young girl and told her to leave and that she'd handle this. The guys (except her brother) were upset that Catie sent this 17-year old away and that she had "ruined their fun."

I'd seen this type of behavior before on my campus. As one upperclassman friend of mine noted of them: "All they know about is beer and pussy. They know what to do with one, but not the other." It should be noted that when I was at my university in North Carolina, the drinking age for wine and beer was 18.

Catie was no frail waif. She was trim with these long, wonderful legs. More importantly, while I was attending my university, she was in high school and we both watched the television program *Kung Fu,* which inspired any number of people to try out the martial arts (or at least personal defense classes). Catie was one of those people, I was another. So, the truth was that, while Catie could possibly be physically overwhelmed in this type of circumstance, she could probably handle herself and inflict a lot of pain and damage along the way. Catie thought it was a useful "skill" to have, particularly at the university she was attending.

She had already disrupted and disoriented these teenage boys by her demeanor. What was interesting was how she decided to have her own bit of fun in this situation. I knew it wasn't so much fun as it was anger.

She asked them why they were messing around with some "teeny-bopper?" Wouldn't they "rather be blown by a college coed?" I could only imagine their reaction. She told them to drop their shorts and show her what they had. They were hesitant. She apparently egged them on with some comment like "you were ready to whip your dicks out for some teeny bopper. Let me see what you've got!" First, one dropped his shorts and then another. Catie's anger really focused on her brother, pointing out that he was there with them and he was ready to do the same thing to that girl that his friends were. She told him either drop his shorts or watch her blow his friends. He dropped his shorts, too.

Catie took off her shirt to expose her breasts, walked in front of them observing their various states of erection as if she was doing an inspection of the troops. They weren't so drunk they couldn't get erect but they also had virtually no control in this situation. I don't know what Catie's oral sex skills were like when she was 21, but they were pretty good when we met (even though oral sex was more foreplay for us and not an endpoint to have me cum). She quickly dispatched them all with a degree of humiliation for all them, particularly her oldest brother. Catie told me what she said to them.

She didn't come right out and say in her journal, though. It was a clear inference, though, that in addition to her brother's three friends, she gave her brother a blow job and that he shot his cum on her. The implication was pretty clear in her writing that he had because of her reference to a cum-covered rescue of the 17-year old and that she had saved her and these guys "asses" from something that could have been far worse (rape or attempted rape).

Catie told me what she actually said to them and that she wanted them to remember beyond the blowjob and who she was in relations to all of them. Catie saw the fear in that girls eyes of not knowing how to get out of the situation with guys she knew. Catie told them that they were outright going to rape that poor girl, she (Catie) knew it and they knew it in the name of "just having some fun." She pointed out she has saved their sorry asses and that if she arrived a few minutes later, they all probably would be going to jail. Catie hoped that it left an impression.

Catie got cleaned up, told her brother to lock his keys in his car to present a scenario that she had to come and get them because he had locked his keys in the car. And that she'd (eventually) take him back to get his car with the spare set of keys (once he had sobered up). Whatever other conversation she had with her older brother after that, she didn't write about and we hadn't talked about it much beyond what Catie had shared with me.

Abby didn't know anything about what had happened years before until she read Catie's journals. There was enough there for Abby to infer what happened and when Abby asked me, I did tell Abby what I knew and what I, too, had pieced together. One of the things I told Abby was that I didn't think that incident defined Catie's feelings about her older brother or that she ever used that as a threat to him or a bargaining chip, but I wasn't so sure that her oldest brother felt the same way about it (in that there was some fear that it might come out and he really didn't know what Catie had written about it in her journals).

In one of our conversations I told Abby this: "I think that's why he used our sexual relationship and the fact that you and I were sexual partners at the same time that I was involved with your sister to gain control in a silly argument that he was losing to you. He remembered the way he felt powerless at age 18 when he got caught and called out by Catie. He probably thought that he could put you in a similar position at 18."

"He was wrong about that!"

"Yes, he was. Because you're a different person at 18 than he was. Because he thought that it was some kind of secret that I was keeping from both of you; that whoever I was sleeping with, the other sister didn't know. The secret was hidden from him and the rest of the family. But, the three of us were in a consensual relationship where there were no secrets between the three of us. He probably thought he might be able to use that against you and in some weird way against Catie through you and me."

"Wrong about that, too."

"One day, you may need to repair that breach, with or without me."

One other thing that Abby and I had talked about previous to this was her sister's and my strong sense of consent. My sense was that Catie had been brought up that way (and the rest of the children, too). There were some experiences that reinforced that and some that tore at it, like Catie's previous control freak boyfriend or the way my marriage had gone. There were lessons there, too, around implied consent or what we might call entitlement. Certainly, consent was at the heart of the incident in 1977. But as I told Abby, everything about her sister and I, and everything about her and I was rooted in consent and consensual agreements.

Her precocious nature popped out then; "Like when I sat at the top of the steps and watched you and Sis, or when Sis got pregnant?"

"Well, mostly consensual. Trusting in implied consent can be tricky and we both know that accidents can and do happen." That was a clap-back to reality for her.

"But just like with your sister, every major step that we've taken with each other has been with consent about what we are doing or about to do. Consent that is given and consent that can be withdrawn. That was true for her, that is true for you now. Remember our first time making love together?"

"How could I forget?" she replied.

"And I wanted your consent, right?" She agreed. "And you had your sister's consent, too, to have me as your first lover. It was all your choice because both Catie and I knew that once you gave up your virginity to me, you couldn't get it back. I was and still am honored that I am the one you surrendered your virginity to.."

"Why don't you just say that you fucked me?" Abby asked.

"Because I didn't. It's like Catie once said to you. I wasn't fucking her. It wasn't something I did to her or to you. We were fucking each other because it's a shared consensual experience. The same is true for you."

This consensual conversation was the underpinning to all of this. Always there, even if running quietly in the background.

End of the Flashback---

So back to the reality of the present moment, the similarity of Peter cumming all over Abby (without consent) was just too eerily close for Abby not to protest. It took much less time to process this than to explain it all here. And by this time Abby had calmed down considerably.

Abby finally spoke on the last point about letting Peter and his girlfriend watch us.

"I think if you'd discovered us and then asked if you could watch while we finished, I think that would have been okay. I'm not sure I'd feel the same about setting things up just so you and she can watch. Just seems a little too much for me right now. I think I'd be okay answering any questions you have." She turned to me and asked "Would you be okay answering questions?"

"Yes," I replied.

"We'd be okay answering any questions," she said. "But doing it for you in front of you, I don't think I'm ready for that."

I smiled and said "If she's anything like Catie, she'll change her mind in 10 years or less."

Abby smacked me on the arm and we laughed.

They did have lots of questions and it was a pretty hot conversation between the four of us. Abby and I finally suggested that they take the bags and coat trees, go to Peter's room and try it for themselves. Abby and I took the bags, and them, into the bathroom and we cleaned the bags and showed them how full they should be (to start) and how warm they should be.

"What if we both have to go at the same time?"

"Well, one of you may have to wait," I said, "or you're going to have to take turns on the toilet. Or one of you may have to step into the shower to release while the other one is on the toilet. You can't always control the timing. Privacy becomes secondary in those circumstances. You thought it was kind of gross, at first," I said to Abby.

"Yes, I did," Abby said.

"For Abby and I, enema expulsions are now just part of the process. We're not playing in each other's shit. But there's a certain amount of intimacy that comes with the loss of privacy and modesty. Not everyone gets there, though," I said.

"There's another option you can consider. Rather than both of you giving each other simultaneous enemas, you can decide that only one of you at a time take an enema during sex. That's a way to practice and discover how you body responds to an enema during sex."

They were forewarned how messy it could be, to have plenty of towels just in case (and be prepared for smelly mess) and don't get upset or upset at each other. Peter's girlfriend wanted to know how we managed. "Practice," Abby said. "Besides, he's the expert," referring to me. The last thing I reminded them of was that they were now playing with the most intimate and taboo of bodily functions.

"Hopefully, you'll enjoy it. But you're going to be dealing with more shit than you ever imagined until you learn about your own bodies and enemas." We sent them down the hall to Peter's room and they closed the door behind them. Abby and I went back to her room and closed the door. She was considerably calmer than she was just a half-hour earlier.

Abby put in another tape having recorded the entire conversation we had on her bed. She turned the camera on and came into the field of view where I was standing beside the bed. We embraced and Abby asked "Where were we?"

"I was filling your womb with a huge load of my seed before were were interrupted."

"Can we do that again?" Abby asked.

"Of course, my love." And we slipped back into bed and I planted my cock inside Abby's pussy and made passionate love for the next 45 minutes or so. Down the hall we heard moans and screams and the telltale sounds of rushing to the toilet and enema expulsions (and maybe more bag refillings?). I know that when I finally came in Abby's pussy again, she had two pillows under her ass to raise it up from the bed for a nice downward and deep angle, the back of her legs against my chest and my shoulders, and the ability to feel each pulse of my cum filling her again, this time uninterrupted.

We stayed in this position for a long time with me giving her short strokes so that I could stay reasonably hard inside her as I passed through my refractory period. With her ass up on the pillows and her legs titled up and back against my chest and shoulders, none of my cum was leaking out of her. And as I started stroking into her again, other than a little cum that provided "lubrication" each stroke into her seemed like it was compressing the cum inside her and probably forcing some of it through her cervix and into her uterus. We didn't change our basic positions this time and it took me another 25 minutes to cum again. After releasing that load of cum into her, she spread and lowered her legs to wrap them around me and I laid down on her chest. With her hips raised and her head down, none of my cum was going to leak around the plug my cock was providing in her pussy. She gently stroked my hair and we shared a continuous stream of kisses. She knew that I'd stay with her and inside her for as long as possible and maybe even get hard again before I slipped out of her. I wouldn't have been disappointed at that and I also wasn't trying to do that.

My cock didn't really slide out of her in the sense of slide out and "down" her pussy as she was laying on her back. Rather, my cock got flaccid and was mostly withdrawn with the head of my cock just inside her opening still acting lick a plug for all the cum I had deposited inside her. Down the hall we could hear her brother and his girlfriend's muffled moans and cries behind closed doors. But Abby and I were mostly in our own world.

Abby finally indicated that she needed to get up to go to the bathroom. I got up of her, moved towards away from the edge of the bed and gave her space to swing her legs over the edge.

"I'll be right back," she told me. I watched her get up and go out the bedroom door. She left the door open and went into the bathroom. A minute or so later, she was out of the bathroom and walked down to Peter's room and knocked on the door. She got a reply and asked if they were doing okay. The said they were.

When she returned to her bedroom I could see that she had put a plug into vagina to hold my "love juice in." I commented that she needed a plug for her butt. She said she had one and pulled out of her nightstand to show me.

"I intend to wear them to the beach today," she said and crawled back in bed with me so that we could cuddle for a while longer. We stayed cuddle for maybe 30 minutes before we decided that we needed to get going if we were heading out to Rooster Rock.

We went downstairs past the pile of clothing where Peter and his girlfriend has stripped out of their clothing at the base of the stairs, and started packing the cooler and a bag with the things we would need for the afternoon: towels, snacks, sunscreen, bug repellant, towelettes and an assortment of drinks and foodstuffs that needed to be kept cool while we were there. What was interesting was that Abby and I were still naked (but then again everyone was still naked in the house) just as we would have been if it was just her and I in the house.

She and I did take a quick shower. We left the bathroom door open just in case Peter or his girlfriend needed the use of the the toilet. They didn't, but they did wander in to see us in the shower together.

We're getting ready to go to Rooster Rock we told them, the left and we finished our shower. I put on my men's Speedo style bikini bathing suit and Abby put her bikini on, too, and then we both dressed in shorts and a t-shirt over top of the swimwear. When Abby and I came downstairs, Peter and his girlfriend were in the kitchen drinking coffee (still naked) and deciding what to eat.

"How was it?" I asked, referring to their enemasex. "Different, interesting, I can see why you might like it," were the responses. We didn't talk about it for very long and Abby and I gathered our stuff and told them that we'd be back in the early evening. They weren't sure they would still be there at the house, but they'd probably stop by Sunday after noon if we didn't see them later in the evening.

Abby and I got into my rental car.

"Do you have your butt plug," I asked before we left.

"Yes," she said and we pulled away and headed to I-84 East to drive to Rooster Rock State Park. Abby and I had a very erotic conversation on the way there that set the stage for the afternoon and the rest of the day. When we arrived, besides us being "hot," the air temperature was already quite warm. I paid the entrance fee to the park ranger. The parking lot was already quite full, it being a warm Saturday. I drove towards the area where those of us who frequented the nude beach and Sand Island like to park for easier access to the trail to the clothes optional area of the park on the Columbia River.

Abby and I gathered our gear and wandered down the trail. Fortunately, the water level at the crossing point to the island was pretty low. Once we were ready to cross, we stopped, stripped out of our clothes and our swimwear, Abby gave me her butt plug to insert into her, and we strolled across the shallow water onto the island. There was already a pretty good crowd of people out there and we wandered to the area near volleyball nets. There were people I knew there that I greeted. Some who weren't there when Abby and her friends all joined us there in June looked at Abby and I and wondered who was this "sweet young thing" with me.

We put down our blanket and towels and applied sunscreen to each other. It was a pretty sensuous show but not overtly sexual (though Abby did raise some eyebrows are she applied sunscreen to my cock and balls and causing me some amount of arousal and some engorgement of my cock. I think that the combination of her butt plug and her pussy plug were also something worth noting. Not that a butt plug was totally unusual (it wasn't, but it wasn't common, either). We settled down on the blanket to take in the people and the surroundings. There was nice breeze blowing up the river.

More people wandered up Sand Island to where most of the people had gathered. Across the water towards the parking lot there was almost always some small gathering of gawkers looking at our naked bodies through binoculars, but never willing to wade across the shallow channel, strip naked and join us up close. If they expected to see a bunch of people fucking on the island, they were sorely disappointed looking here.

Soon, I saw Stefanie (the older one, not Abby's roommate Stephanie) walking along the water's edge towards the group of people and eventually towards where Abby and I. Abby was laying on her stomach, I was sitting up when Stefanie got to us.

"Hi," she said. "Where are your other women?" Abby lifted he head and turned towards Stefanie.

"I think it's just Abby and I today," I said.

"Nice plug," Stefanie said. "Very sexy!"

"Thanks!"

"Let me drop my stuff over there," referring to an area just beyond where we were "and I'll be right back." She spread out a blanket on the sand and took out several towels and placed a couple of them on the blanket along with her bag and cooler. Abby rolled over and sat up beside me.

A moment later Stefanie came back to our blanket carrying her towel (there's etiquette among nude beachers. Never assume that it's okay to sit on someone else towel or blanket unless you're invited and always bring your own towel or blanket).

"May I," Stephanie asked.

"Of course," I replied. As she put down her towel and prepared to sit down, I asked if Steve was going to join her.

"Yes, he's still out in the parking lot talking to some friends. I'm sure he'll be here in a couple of minutes," Stephanie said.

Stephanie sat down in front of us and we started chatting about different things. Stefanie looked down at Abby's pussy and saw that plug, too. She leaned forward towards Abby. "Two plugs?" she asked quietly.

Abby leaned forward towards her. "He filled me with loads of his cum last night and this morning and I like keeping it all inside me, just knowing that it's in me."

Stefanie looked at me (smiling and I was smiling at what Abby had just told her). "This one's a nasty one. I like her," Stefanie said.

"Nasty," I feigned shock. "She's a fucking angel."

We all got a good chuckle from that.