Chapter Five

 

Every time I stepped on stage, I expected the audience to boo. After every show, when a small crowd of devoted fans met us at the back door, I expected them to tell me, “You’ll never be half the singer your mother was.”

But nothing like that ever happened. When Steven and Virginia introduced me as my mother’s daughter, people cheered. They actually cheered and whistled and applauded… for me!

Every performance was like great sex—great sex in front of an audience, no less. The three of us collaborated in song. We raised our voices, and the crowds didn’t just listen—they participated, too. They carried us. They made us feel welcome and special.

It brought back early childhood memories of singing with the trio, but back then I didn’t understand what we were creating. I didn’t understand the give-and-take between performers and the audience. It was an energy exchange. And, yes, that sounds New Age, but it felt that way, too. Every night, we gave them song and they gave us attention and encouragement.

And after the shows? Afterward, the hardcore groupies from whatever town we were in would greet Virginia and Steven like old friends. They’d shake my hand and offer their condolences, but they’d go on to tell me wonderful stories about my mother, and about me. Most were old enough to remember me at six years old, up on that stage, giving my all.

Every person I met was like family. Everyone was family.

A family of folk…

We’d take Rufus for his late-night walk before retiring to our fire. With a sleepy puppy at our feet, we’d discuss the set, discuss the show, discuss the fans. They’d tell me stories about the people I’d met—tell me who they’d slept with, individually or as a couple. There were no secrets between us.

Except one.

“Where are we performing tomorrow night?” I asked, looking at the map Virginia had lain out.

“Tomorrow’s dark,” Steven said, pointing out our next destination on the map. “We’re driving all the way out to Kapuskasing for a barn dance. We do it every year. It’s always a blast.”

“Will my father be there?” I asked. “You still haven’t told me where he lives.”

Steven looked to Virginia, who was setting Rufus in his doggie bed for the night. Her eyes widened, and she went back to petting the puppy.

“Why do you guys act so weird every time I ask about him?”

“We don’t.” Steven wove his fingers through my hair, toying with the tendrils as I gazed into his autumn eyes. “We’ll be in your father’s neck of the woods two weeks from now. I promise you’ll get to meet each other.”

“Okay…” I waited for him to go on, and when he didn’t I said, “Good. That’s good.”

Virginia drew near and wrapped one arm around Steven, the other around me. “I only worry that your expectations might not meet up with reality.”

“I don’t expect him to meet me and then suddenly be father of the year,” I told them as they held me tight. “I just want to see him and show him I exist. Even if he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me…”

I couldn’t finish that sentence, because the thought of being rejected by my dad tore my heart in half.

“Shh, Winter.” Virginia swept me to the back of the bus. “Your father is certain to love you. Our concern is around your reaction.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Steven replied. “Never mind. Whatever happens happens. For now, let’s just concern ourselves with the moment.”

Together, we sat in the big bed where we generally slept together. There were three separate berths if we needed our own space, but I liked sleeping between Steven and Virginia. I liked feeling their arms around me as I fell asleep, and waking up in their warm embrace.

“What kind of moment would you like to have?” Steven asked as he traced his thumb along my jaw line.

That action made up my mind for me. His touch never failed to arouse, and when he lifted my chin, I forgot all about my father. My lips surrendered to his kiss, as they always did, and I wondered what their fans—our fans—would think if they knew what sensuous things happened in the back of our tour bus.

Virginia parted my legs, as she was always quick to do, and unbuttoned the front of my long dress. On stage, I dressed like her. It just seemed the thing to do. Steven, for his part, wore dusty jeans and corduroy jackets. He was much more fashionable than Virginia and I put together, and the way his clothing sat against his skin always made me want to tear them off, even on stage.

I think I sang better when I was turned on.

When my dress hung open at the front, Virginia fondled one breast. Steven grabbed the other. I’d taken to going braless, just like Virginia. It felt so freeing to get up on stage and dance around, feeling my breasts swing and sway with the music.

Virginia strummed my nipple softly while Steven buried her face in the crook of my neck. I remember him doing exactly that when I was a child, tickling that sensitive spot with his beard. Now that he went clean-shaven, it didn’t feel at all the same. In fact, as he kissed my neck, the only tickle I felt was between my legs.

While Virginia toyed with my breasts, Steven ran his hand down my belly. I’d stopped wearing panties, too, because Virginia never wore them on stage. We performed better without undies, I think, and it certainly made things easier when Steven was so aroused by a show that he needed to take me backstage.

“Wow,” he whispered, tracing one of his thick fingers the length of my slit. “You’re very wet, Winter.”

“I have been since the gig,” I confessed.

He pressed two fingers between my sweet lips, opening my pussy wide enough to make me moan. “Oh, Virginia,” he said. “You’ve got to feel how wet she is.”

I loved it when they talked over me. Made me feel like an object to be played with.

Virginia’s hand slid down from my breast, and she inserted a finger into my pussy while Steven still occupied it. “You’re right. She’s incredibly juicy. Winter, how’d you get so wet?”

“I don’t know,” I said, opening my legs wider for them. “Just from singing with you, I guess. It gets orgasmic, at times.”

They laughed knowingly, and their fingers moved together in my cunt. I couldn’t believe how huge they felt. How many fingers had they put in, collectively? Felt like a lot.

“You know what turns me on?” Virginia whispered. “Watching Steven fuck your tight little pussy. That turns me on more than anything I can think of.”

“Really?” I didn’t believe her, although she’d told me the same thing many times before. “Even if nobody’s touching you or kissing you or licking you, it still turns you on more than anything?”

“Goodness, yes.” Pulling her fingers from my pussy, she fed them to me so I could taste myself on her skin. As I suckled, she shifted until she was behind me. Steven slid off the bed, and I watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants.

Virginia must have been as aroused as I was, because she grabbed my breasts from behind and mashed them together, hissing gleefully. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

I felt a blush coming on as Steven freed his cock. It was already hard.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “He’s a pretty sexy guy.”

“A sexy guy who’s nearly twice your age,” he said, rubbing his erection between two fingers and a thumb.

“I don’t care about stuff like that,” I said, since age came up often in conversation.

“What do you care about?” Virginia asked as she circled her hands around my swollen breasts.

I couldn’t stop staring at Steven’s handsomely engorged cockhead as it leaked a pearl of pre-cum onto his fingers. “Action,” I said. “That’s what I like. I like being taken, being consumed, devoured, fucked.”

“Ahh!” Virginia squeezed my breasts together and pressed my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching so hard it hurt. “And do we do a good job of that?”

“God, yes!”

Virginia parted my legs with her legs, caging my body from behind. “Good.” She twisted my tits. “I’m glad.”

Squealing, I kicked my feet, but Steven pressed his palms down on my thighs. “You just like that we do all the work.”

I chuckled. “I do like that, yeah.”

Into my ear, Virginia whispered, “You like playing Daddy’s Little Girl.”

My throat hitched.

“You’d do anything to please him, wouldn’t you, Winter?”

“Yes,” I replied, before Steven could cut in. I couldn’t look him in the eye. I just stared at his erect cock as I said, “I would do anything he asked.”

“Good girl,” Steven said, quickly. He shoved two fingers in my pussy and then put them in my mouth, instructing me to suck. “That’s a good girl, Winter. That’s a very good girl.”

As I savoured my juice on his skin, Steven came so close between my legs that his cockhead brushed my sizzling clit. I moaned around his fingers, sucking harder as he pressed his bulbous tip between my sloppy, swollen pussy lips. When he thrust inside me, Virginia gasped and smashed my naked breasts together again. It made me feel like she had some kind of psychic connection to my pussy, like maybe she could feel Steven entering me as much as I could feel him.

Virginia lifted my tits and let them drop. “Oh Steven,” she said. “Oh yes. Fuck our little girl. Fuck that sweet young pussy.”

I melted into a puddle of arousal in her arms while Steven pushed down on my hips, forcing me to arch, to let him deeper inside. She shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be drawing attention to fact that we were practically family. They’d raised me, alongside my mom, and that made this wrong. So wrong! So why was Virginia calling attention to it while Steven had his cock inside me?

“Tell me what it feels like, Steven. Talk about Winter’s cunt.”

“It’s tight,” he said. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe how tight she is. She’s like a virgin every time.”

“And wet?” Virginia asked.

“You know I’m wet! You had your fingers in me five minutes ago!”

“Yes,” Virginia replied. “But I like it when Steven tells me.”

What a weird game they were playing, with me as their pawn, and yet I couldn’t deny how glossy my cunt felt when Steven said, “She’s sopping. She’s soaking me.”

I could just picture my pussy gushing with juice while Steven shoved his cock in it again and again. I tried to buck to meet his hips, but Virginia controlled the action. Her legs clamped tightly against mine, and the harder I struggled, the more force she exerted.

“She’s too much for me,” Steven said. “She’s making me want to come. I’m so close I can taste it.”

Every time he slammed into my cunt, he knocked me back against Virginia’s resilient breasts. She pushed me forward, held me steady, then released one breast and traced her hand down my belly.

“Oh no,” I said, when her fingers found my clit. “Oh no. I’m gonna come so hard.”

Steven drove his cock furiously inside me while Virginia mashed my clit. Their hands were everywhere. They were rough with me, not soft. They were out to destroy me and I wanted them to. I wanted them to fill me and fuck me and stroke me and hurt me and bring me the greatest orgasm I’d ever achieved.

You’d think that would be too much to ask, but it wasn’t. As I arched under Virginia’s grasp, Steven delivered one final thrust. I knew he was coming by the look of ecstasy on his face. I’m sure he knew I was coming because I couldn’t stop screaming. The nice thing about living on a bus and not having any neighbours was that you didn’t have to censor yourself.

Virginia drew away from my pounding clit and tweaked my nipples while Steven’s spent cock pulsed inside me. My pussy milked him. I didn’t even have to try. It knew how to build me up and make me come again and again. My body had its own version of auto-pilot, when it came to orgasms.

“I’m about to fall over,” Steven said as he pulled his cock from my cunt. Splashing my thigh with pussy juice and cum had almost become ritual since that first night under the stars.

He tumbled down on the bed and let out a pleasured moan. “That was amazing, Virginia. If only you could grow a cock so I could watch you fuck the girl.”

My cheeks blazed at the thought.

“Wouldn’t that be a treat?” Virginia replied, unravelling our legs and freeing me from our locked position. “I think I’d fuck her every day, if I had a dick. I’d shove it in her mouth and in her ass. I’d shove it everywhere.”

“In my ass?” I asked, though the conversation didn’t involve me. “Who says I’d let you?”

“Oh, you’d let me.” Virginia flipped my exhausted body onto its front while Steven grabbed the lube. He held my arms down on the bed so my sore nipples scratched against the covers. Virginia said, “You’re a good little girl, Winter.”

Softly, I said, “I know I am.”

The click of a cap started my pulse racing. Virginia squirted a generous gush of cool liquid between my ass cheeks. She didn’t hesitate before rubbing one finger around the pucker of my hole. It felt so good I reached around with my mouth until I found Steven’s soft cock. The taste of my pussy ramped up my arousal as Virginia entered my ass with one finger.

“Mmm!” I said around Steven’s spent dick. I didn’t care that he wasn’t hard. I sucked him anyway, making him jerk and jolt on the bed. “Mmm…mmm…mmm!”

Virginia drove another finger between my cheeks and played with my asshole, stretching it wide enough that a cock might actually fit inside. As I sucked Steven’s non-erection, she showed me a beautiful glass instrument and asked, “Do you know what we have here, Winter?”

“A dildo,” I said, around Steven’s dick.

“That’s right,” she replied, with a nod. “And do you know where it’s going?”

“My ass.”

When I said that word, Steven’s cock twitched inside my mouth. There might just be life in it yet.

“That’s right. Good girl.” Virginia traced the glass cock down my ass crack, pausing when she arrived at my gaping hole. “Oh, you are a wonder. You’re making this so easy.”

Without another word, Virginia plunged the dildo into my lubed-up ass. The dildo felt so strange inside me, so smooth and slippery and slick. I rocked my hips to greet it, but Virginia obviously wanted me still, because she slapped my raw pussy lips. She slapped them again and again, striking my labia, my clit, making me moan because it hurt so badly and it felt so good.

Swirling my tongue around Steven’s cock, I got him hard enough to fill my pussy. I climbed his body like a cat and straddled his lap, and put his straining dick inside me. Never in my life had I felt so full. Steven’s cock somehow felt fatter inside me than it had when it was firmly erect. He packed my pussy while Virginia’s instrument occupied my rear. It felt better than good. It felt heavenly.

While Virginia corkscrewed the dildo in my ass, I fucked the man who’d raised me. I fucked him until he writhed beneath my body, until he gyrated on our shared bed. He toyed with my tits while Virginia moved the beautiful glass in and out. She kissed my shoulder and demanded me to come. I found my clit with my fingers and in an instant I brought us all to orgasm.

Nothing made me feel more complete than making love to the two people who meant more to me than anyone else on the planet.

There was only one thing missing, but Virginia and Steven could solve that problem, too. As soon as they introduced me to her father, I’d have my whole life on track.