Crystal Clear Ch. 25

This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.'

Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim became a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with Jill his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip; but with sexy Edie's help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; she left the 'adult' business and redirected her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys. Jim got blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case, and in the process Margo and an innocent suspect Caroline became Mellon Girls. In Berlin, the CIA tasked Jim with a mission in Moscow; thus. He met a beautiful Russian woman, and after his success connected with a sexy CIA agent. The entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in his concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His 'Mellon Girls' rewarded him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia's sexy stories, and in Ohio Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brought a noteworthy sex toy into their midst. Jim's circle headed to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert tour, Jim met PJ – a runner and songwriter the group welcomed. Urged by her circle, Claire reestablished contact with billionaire Joe Mansard and Beth; Jim joined the three of them for a short sex-filled vacation in the Galapagos Islands where Claire received a marriage proposal that she questions.

I'm sure most of the population think that music and movie stars have chauffeurs everywhere they go, and a huge entourage. Not true!

I personally drove the crowded SUV across Tennessee from Nashville to the almost rural suburb of Knoxville where Crystal and Ellen's parents lived. With Crystal and me also were Ellen, Claire, PJ, and Nadia. We were all in a jovial mood, laughing and even singing Christmas carols along with the radio. The back of the car was so full of our luggage for a one-week stay with the Lee's, and a huge pile of Christmas presents, that we had three suitcases strapped onto the roof rack of the car. I also couldn't see out the back of the SUV; I had to use the side mirrors. The four women in the back seat took turns sitting in each other's lap.

Crystal and Ellen Lee had grown up in a small house that a family of modest means could afford. Don and Kim, their parents, had both worked and paid off the mortgage on the house in twenty years. Only two years after they lived debt free, Crystal had started to make some real money singing and writing music. One of the first things she did with her money was buy her parents a much larger house, and got them handymen and landscapers help to maintain it. The new house had six bedrooms, although Kim had commandeered an upstairs bedroom for a hobby and sewing room.

The trip took us just under four hours. We used Interstate 40, instead of the slower but more scenic route east through the state.

Claire, Crystal, and I would be appearing in a movie entitled Downslope that was halfway done. With Ellen, we'd been in LA for just under three months filming the indoor scenes. According to our director, Mark Ang, the only scenes that remained were the mountain and ski scenes. Thus, a week after New Years Day, the four of us would fly to Geneva and begin a trek to a couple of resorts in the Alps.

Nadia was our lover and housekeeper. She also attended a nearby college in Nashville, and had worked her beautiful, little butt off around the clock to get a college degree. Now, after only two years and the intervening summers, she had only a year before finishing. We had missed Nadia as she had come to hold a special place in our hearts – and our beds. My favorite feature about Nadia, was her tush, her rear end, her derriére, he ass, her caboose, posterior, stern, or whatever other term you chose. It was tight, firm, shaped perfectly, inviting, and a joy to kiss, fondle, and make love to – something I couldn't resist doing whenever I was around her. Nadia knew this, and would tease me – clothed or naked – wiggling that gorgeous piece of female real estate in my direction with a come hither look over her shoulder.

While Ellen and Crystal had seen their parents several times over the year, I had not been with them on their parental visits, usually opting to go up to Ohio and see my son and new daughter, along with George and Summer, their parents, and Edie, my other love interest up there.

Crystal teased me from beside me in the passenger seat; "Remember how my mother came on to you last Christmas? You were so prim and proper with her."

Except for PJ, the others in the car had also been at the Lees with us the prior Christmas. Claire said, "Yeah, Kim was ready to jump your bones and fuck your brains out. She's really hot for your body."

I just nodded that I'd heard the comments.

From the back seat, Ellen chortled and said, "If she does it again this year, I think you should make her a 'Mellon Girl.' She'd love it, and hold the position in high esteem."

Crystal turned so she could see Nadia in the back seat, "And you, you little tart, you probably had my father jerking off every night for the whole year thinking about you. I bet he can't see you without getting a hard-on. He was so taken with you that you almost got jumped too."

The prior Christmas, Nadia had spent much of her time with Don, often sitting tightly against him as the two talked about her life growing up in Russia, her college life, or Don's various careers. Don didn't care what the topic was; he had a gorgeous twenty-three-year old practically in his lap. Nadia did sit in his lap a few times, exciting him to the point where she could feel his lump. She took to kissing him on the cheek often, except when we departed, and she planted one hot, romantic, soul-searing, hip-grinding kiss on him that probably kept him horny all year as Crystal had commented.

Nadia laughed, "I love your father. He is so smart, and manly, and mature. I wish he would adopt me, and then we could do incest together." She gave a mock sigh and said aloud, "Maybe this year."

I chuckled to myself at her comment. Crystal and Ellen had shared with her parents the fact that the three of us were intimate, and then later after Claire and Nadia joined our circle the five of us. They never judged or asked inappropriate questions. Kim, their mother, wanted to be sure no one would get hurt if such a many-sided relationship fell apart. By the words their daughters had used, the sexual nature of our relationships was clear, as well as the bisexual nature. Crystal had also explained to Kim that there were a couple of other men in the romantic circle. The net of the brief talks appeared to be that Kim and Don wanted to join in, although they had never explicitly said so. I was doubtful about Crystal and Ellen's speculation.

Don Lee, Crystal's father, had watched my interaction with the women the prior Christmas. We are a very touchy-feely extended family; so the five of us were always kissing, hugging, rubbing, smoothing, or making some other inviting gesture. Don's tongue would often end up lolling out the side of his mouth at some of our antics. One of the women could be counted upon to pull me back to the guest room to disappear for an hour, sometimes one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and for certain in the evening.

Crystal picked up Ellen's earlier comment, "I think Ellen's right. If my Mom comes on to you again as she did last year, you should bed her."

"Your mother? Oh come on." I couldn't tell whether the sisters were serious. I thought they were just teasing me again.

Ellen chimed in, "Yes. Yes. I know she'd want that, and my dad wouldn't mind – particularly if Nadia fucks his brains out too."

I said partly over my shoulder to Ellen, "You're really serious?"

In unison, five female voices resonated throughout the car, "YES!"

I asked of Crystal, "What about you and Ellen?"

Crystal said with a chuckle, "We'd be there to watch and supervise. I'm not certain I want to do my mom or dad, although I do love them dearly, and ... well, I have had some attraction to both of them – sexual attraction. Since dad retired, they've changed and gotten more liberal – maybe even more libertine. Who knows, I might even change my mind about joining in?"

Ellen said, "Mom told me that she and dad are having more sex now than they did right after they got married."

Crystal laughed, "That's because they lived together for five years before they got married. All the serious fucking had already happened."

Claire said, "Hey, where can I get in on all this incest you guys are planning. Aren't I like a sister to you two?"

Nadia said, "Me too!"

Crystal laughed again and turned to Claire and Nadia, "You can join in anywhere your sweet little bodies want to be, and my tongue is always ready to help. My dad would die to have sex with either of you – PJ too. My mom might too; I detected some Sapphic interest in her last year in the way she looked at you. Let's see what happens."

PJ chuckled, "I will watch this soap opera with great interest."

Ellen said, "Oh, you have to join in. The more the merrier."

The girl's discussion moved on to other topics. As I drove, I thought about how ludicrous it sounded to be talking about seducing your girlfriends' parents. The discussion had been real, and so casual – almost like talking about putting gas in the car. Only in this case, the discussion was about putting my proboscis in some one else's receptacle.

Kim and Don met us at the front door as we pulled into the long circular driveway in front of their house. We introduced PJ, and everyone kissed everyone, except I held back so I was the last to kiss Kim – Ellen and Crystal's mother, and Nadia hung back so she kissed Don last – their father.

I gave Kim a warm smile of remembrance, and allowed her to take the lead, and take the lead she did. Kim jammed her hips into my groin as we came together. The passion she exhibited in our kiss far surpassed anything that had transpired the year before except for our hallmark kiss in the kitchen, and our goodbye the prior Christmas. Kim put her arm around me, and I could tell she didn't intend to let go anytime soon.

As we parted, I looked over to see that Nadia had Don in a lip lock of epic dimensions. Parting the Red Sea in Biblical times took more effort than the pair displayed separating themselves from each other. Both were panting. For that matter, so was Kim.

Crystal, Ellen, PJ, and Claire had politely ignored us, instead burying their heads in the back of the car, sorting out which bags and luggage to bring into the house first.

Kim practically glued herself to my side, and immediately became over solicitous about my every need. One time, as she fawned over me, I saw over her shoulder Ellen miming as she stuck two fingers down her throat to indicate how gross she thought her mother was behaving. As the afternoon wore on, I pleaded with Kim to not focus on only my needs, and she did soften her approach – slightly.

When Crystal and I were unpacking our bags upstairs, she said to me, "You are going to bed my mother on this trip, I guarantee it – and you have my wholehearted support. It'll be the best thing to happen in her life other than dad. Don't hold back thinking that Ellen and I aren't behind having you do this. We want this for her. It'll be the perfect Christmas present you can give her."

Claire stuck her head in the door, "Do what?"

Crystal pulled her into the room and whispered loudly, "Fuck mom."

Claire grinned broadly at me, "You know you want this Jim. As I recall, when we were down at the Galapagos, you told Joe you expected Don and Kim to become part of our circle, or am I remembering wrong?"

Crystal's eyebrows raised, "Oh, really. You saw this coming a month ago?"

I blushed a little. "Well, your mom was very forward last year. I just extrapolated a year ahead to now." I paused and added, "That plus Nadia has periodically fantasized about your dad during the year, so both events seemed more probable."

Crystal gave me a playful shove towards the door. "Go help my mom in the kitchen. You should kiss her neck. She told me years ago that her neck was one of her 'hot' erogenous zones." She grinned at her lascivious thoughts.

I moved to the door as Claire asked Crystal something about a silk scarf she held up.

I found Kim in the kitchen preparing a salad on one of the long counters. She turned and gave me a megawatt smile. I walked up behind her and leaned into her body. I pulled her hair up, exposing the nape of her neck. I blew some warm air right at her hairline, and then kissed her there, even adding in a little tongue.

Kim shivered but otherwise froze in position. She stopped whatever she'd been doing with her hands.

I started to kiss from her nape up her neck along the hairline to behind her ear. I then pulled away only a fraction of an inch so I could kiss the inside of her ear, and run my tongue around the inside.

The sigh that erupted from deep within Kim, proved to me that I had touched and aroused the woman. When I stopped Kim tilted her head the other way. I repeated the process on her left, giving her other ear a French kiss.

Kim spun around in the tight space between the counter and where I stood behind her. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. We French kissed, our tongues in a passionate duel with only winners emerging from the passionate combat.

When we broke apart, Kim looked deep into my eyes, her green eyes flashing, "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

I smiled benignly.

"Well, if you aren't serious, you'd better stop because I'm getting serious – real serious."

On that note, I enclosed Kim in my arms again and French kissed her, driving my tongue deep into her mouth as she moaned and groaned in delight at the assault. She kissed back, and I sucked on her tongue as it came into my mouth.

When we pulled apart, I kissed her forehead, turned, and headed to the living room without looking back. I guess I was serious too.

In the living room, Nadia and Don sat on a new long sofa. Don had just finished kissing Nadia, and I could tell the kiss had been anything but platonic. Nadia held one of his hands against her breast, and I could see his fingers flexing around her mound through the thin material.

"Ahem"

Don and Nadia acted like a couple of teenagers caught flagrante delicto by a daunting father. They jerked apart, and both blushed so much I had to smile.

"I'm about to get drinks for everyone. I'm taking orders ... and then you two can go back to what you were doing."

Don sputtered a moment before deciding on a beer. Nadia duplicated his order.

I went back to the kitchen and took the long way to the refrigerator, right behind Kim. I ran a finger across her ass with a light touch, but one intended to arouse. The move couldn't possibly have been an accident. Kim jerked upright, instantly adding three inches to her height.

As I got to the bar area I asked Kim, "What would you like?" By implication of my presence at the bar, I clearly intended to serve drinks. By implication of the question, I was clearly teasing the pants off her.

Kim gave me a long lusty look. "You know what I'd like, you devil. Just maybe, I'll give it to you too."

I poured Kim a Chardonnay, myself a Chardonnay on ice, and procured two beers. I delivered the beers, and came back to the kitchen, hitching myself up so I sat on a counter near Kim. We both took a sip of our wines.

Kim came to me and stood between my legs. She put her arms around my neck and said, "I don't think mothers are supposed to lust after their daughters' boyfriend." She leaned in, and we pecked at each other's lips several times, each kiss getting a little deeper and more soulful.

I asked, "What did you just say that was more unique than the surface statement?"

Kim frowned. I kept quiet. It took her a minute. She said, "I used a plural possessive instead of a singular – daughters', is that what you mean?"

"Yes. And what's that tell you about relationships?"

"That this is a crazy group of people with warped morals and ..."

I cut her off with another kiss. I said, "Your daughters' boyfriend likes that their mother likes him. He likes her too – a lot; plus, maybe it's the morals of the rest of the worlds that are warped. There's not enough love around."

Our next kiss transcended any of our former ones. After that, I hopped down from the counter, affectionately patted Kim on the ass, and headed off to find Claire, PJ, Ellen, and Crystal.

Crystal, Ellen, PJ, and Claire danced around in a circle holding hands, like a couple of nymphs in a Renaissance painting. For one, they were both clad in only panties. Second, they were laughing because I had just told them about the interchanges going on downstairs.

After they stopped, Ellen said, "Oh that is so sweet and so hot. I wish I could have watched you and Mom."

Claire added, "Well, I wondered where Nadia was. I should have guessed she'd be with her new 'boyfriend.'"

Crystal volunteered, "Do you suppose Mom is holding back because she thinks we won't approve?"

Ellen face fell. She thought about that. "Maybe we need to send a signal that we think it's all right, and that we want her to follow her bliss."

Claire said, "What about your Dad. You can bet he wants to bed Nadia, but he won't do it because of your mother. He won't want the jealousy or whatever."

Crystal said, "Oh, that's it. That's it! We have to do something."

Claire said, "What'd I say?"

Crystal expounded, "They need to hear us talk about jealousy and compersion ... to hear about the joy we see when each other are happy, even when it's with another person. They need to say it themselves – to each other."

Ellen said, "And, how do we get them to do that?"

Claire thought a moment and turned to her soul sister, "Ellen, if you were to ask Jim what the most provocative or deep discussion he had in the Galapagos Islands with Joe Mansard was, he could repeat part of a discussion we had on a beach a month ago. It was all about jealousy, compersion, and polyamory – our life style."

I nodded and added in, "All I remember was that everyone was nude ... and then we made love in the bright sunlight. It was slippery because of all the suntan lotion we had on and wonderful as well."

Claire said, "You know what I mean. The discussion about polyamory, the other groups you know about – where? Pennsylvania and Florida? And, all you told him about jealousy and about how to think about things in a good way not a bad way."

"I know; I was just teasing. Although if you ask the question in the right way, I could also tell them about our nude sunbathing."

Crystal said, "Let's do it."

As we'd been talking the girls had dressed, putting on some upscale casual clothes. The five of us went downstairs, making sufficient noise as we did so that Nadia and Don wouldn't be taken by surprise at the bottom of the stairs as we turned the corner into the living room.