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Disclaimer: 8 Simple Rules... For Dating My Teenage Daughter belongs to
Touchstone Television and ABC-TV. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 01/18/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, female/female sex, strong language

Category: Slash

Pairing: Cate/Bridget

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Both Paul and Cate Hennessy take their kids to a cabin for some
rest, only to have a snowball fight force both Cate and Bridget back inside
the cabin... and into doing something else.

Other Notes: This story is a birthday gift for Katey Sagal, who was born on
January 19th, 1954.

Dedication: Happy Birthday to Katey Sagal! -- ATK 2006
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8 Simple Rules: Cate And Bridget
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

My name is Cate Hennessy and the story that I'm about to tell you has taken
place on January the 19th, which was exactly the day that my husband, Paul
Hennessy has decided to take his entire family over to his uncle's cabin in
the woods for some rest and relaxation.

Now personally, I had figured that he had meant for all of us to sit around
a warm and cozy fire and sing some nice songs, but as soon as we had arrived
at the cabin and gotten ourselves settled into our rooms, the first thing
that had came out of my husband's big, fat mouth were these words, "Okay,
you guys! Last one outside is the first one who gets hit with a snowball!"

Well, all I could say right now is that being the last one to set one foot
out of that cabin was the biggest mistake of my life, for as soon as I was
already out of the cabin, Paul and two of our kids, Kerry and Rory had
started hitting me with every snowball that they could get their hands on.

Luckily enough, I was able to get myself behind a large tree and out of the
line of snowball fire, only to discover that I wasn't the only one who has
gotten herself hit with snowballs, because our oldest daughter, Bridget was
sitting behind the large tree and shivering due to the snowballs that she
had gotten hit with.

Of course, that means that I had to get her back inside the cabin and
allow her to get warmed up, but that means getting the both of us past the
three-man Hennessy firing squad without having them hit us with another
snowball.

And of course, after I was able to think the whole situation over in my mind
and allowed a brilliant idea to appear inside it, I had told Bridget to stay
right where she was, placed myself behind Rory carefully and quietly, made
myself a snowball and hit poor Rory in the back of the head with it.

Now I know what you're thinking... that it was childish and stupid, but as
soon as I had discovered that both Kerry and Rory had started accussing and
throwing snowballs at each other and poor Paul was trying to break it up, I
was finally able to get myself and Bridget back inside the cabin.

But then, as soon as we had gotten ourselves into Bridget's room and started
taking all of our wet clothes off, we had hung them a chair or two for them
to dry and turned towards each other, only to have us discover what a
wonderful body with each have on ourselves.

And of course, after we had looked at each other, pumped two of our fingers
in and out of our hot, wet pussies and carressed our own tits for a minute or
two, both Bridget and I had kissed each other ever so passionately on the
lips.

That was before a reluctant Bridget has moved her head away from mine, taken
a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I really didn't mean for this to
happen between us. I mean, you're my mother and I really don't think that we
should be...!"

But that was before I had placed the tips of my fingers on Bridget's lips and
said, "Sssshhhh. It's okay, Bridget. There's no need for you to be afraid.
All you need to do now is just relax... and enjoy it."

And then, after we had given each other another deep and passionate kiss on
the lips and placed our bare-ass naked bodies on the bed, I had started
licking all over Bridget's nude body -- all the way down to her hot, moist
snatch and carressing her firm breasts, causing her to place her hands on my
bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Mom! Touch
me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And after I had turned myself around and allowed her to start licking on my
cunt, I had just suddenly realized that I was able to experience something
that I had never experienced with anyone other than Paul before, for I was
experiencing pure and untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after I had placed myself in front of Bridget and we had started
rubbing our pussies against each other, I had placed one of my hands on
Bridget's silky smooth naked thigh and the other hand on my own tits and
yelled at the top of my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRIDGET!
TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has made its final journey back to our own house, the both of us
had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms
in a lover's embrace.

But of course, that was before a sudden noise had woken the both of us out of
our little nap... and it was the sound of both Kerry and Rory still accusing
each other of hitting one another with a snowball and Paul still trying to
breeak it up after they had dragged themselves back inside the cabin.

That has caused a curious Bridget to look at me and ask, "Mom, what do you
think we should tell Dad?Because if we did tell him about what we were doing
in here, he's really going to go ballistic."

And after I had given that question some thought and realized that our sweet
little angel was right about Paul going ballistic if he were to find out, I
had gently placed my hand on Bridget's cheek, let out a sigh and answered,
"Well, Bridget. In that case, the answer's quite simple. We just don't tell
him."

And all I could say is that even to this day, my poor husband still has no
idea as to what has happened to both me and Bridget inside that cabin on the
19th day of January... and as far as we're concerned, we would still like to
keep it that way.

THE END!

    

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