*warning strong language and vaguely established nudity!!!!!!~*

   The next day, mama Jill and I went into the next town to change our address,and I bought some wool socks, you know, just in case.

     When we got back I passes Roy in the living room smoking a cigar. I threw my new socks on my bed before going back downstairs. Clayton wasn't there.

     My mom was curled next to Roy on the couch watching the boring news. I took a seat in an armchair facing the window. The view was really stunning.

     ...and, speaking of good views,

     As I looked out at the lake I saw Clayton, stark ass naked, sprint up the dock and jump off, hugging his knees to this chest, splashing into the dark, cold water.

     I blinked and sat up a bit in my seat. Did I really just see Clay run strip naked across the dock and jump into the water? Maybe I was having sexy daydream.

     Suddenly my daydream, or whatever it was, got better.

     A girl, also bare beam and buck naked, followed after Clayton and cannon balled down in the water right beside Clayton resurfaced.

     The girl was beautiful. She had long white blonde waist length hair and a very lovely hourglass figure. She screamed as she resurfaced.

     "FUCK A DUCK! IT'S COLD!!"

     I vaguely registered that I was now standing at the window, staring out at the lake. Clayton wrapped his arms around the girl and they wrestled in the water.

     "What? What am I seeing? You guys see it too right?" I asked as mom joined me at the glass wall.

     Roy peered, unconcerned, out the window as the girl climbed out of the freezing water and shoved Clayton back into the lake as he tried to climb out after her.

     "That is Emmy." Roy said shrugging as Emmy was yanked back into the icy water by her ankle.

     "I-I guess you aren't joking when you told me they were close." My mom stammered as she watched Clayton pick Emmy up by the waist and sprint back up the dock and out of sight.

     "I think 'close' might be the understatement of the century." I said, still slightly stunned. "Is anybody else wondering why they are naked? Just out of curiosity?"

     "There is a sauna out there and Clayton and Emmy's mother were very Finnish." Roy answered, shrugging again.

     Mama Jill and I both looked over our shoulders to stare at Roy. I'm not sure about anybody else, but I don't care how Finnish my parents raised me, I could never have that much naked contact with a platonic friend, while keeping the relationship platonic.

      "Clay and Emmy were born on the same day, their mother's were best friend and they have been inseparable for seventeen years. They do everything together...seriously. I'm used to it, so it's not weird to me. I probably should have mentioned that they are incredibly comfortable around each other and they have no shame." Roy said jutting his bottom lip out.

     "Are- are they always running around naked?" Mama Jill asked hesitantly.

     "I hope so." I said, unable to stop myself. Mom and Roy wacked me in the chest. "Ouch! Damn, I can't help it. I'm only a man for God's sake." I said rubbing my chest painfully.

     "That's my son and daughter you're eye fucking. Just keep that in mind." Roy said clapping me on the shoulder, trying not to grin. He went back to sit on the couch and mom leaned over to whisper in my ear.

     "Will you go intervene before somebody ends up pregnant." She whispered quickly.

     "You know Clay is gay, right?"

     "Yes honey I know that, but if God can get a girl pregnant without taking her virginity then a gay man can get his childhood girlfriend pregnant."

     "You both suck at whispering." Roy said from the couch.

     "Go be the best cockblock you can be. Make me proud." Mama Jill said, ignoring Roy and stearing me around by the shoulders and pushing me in the direction of the back porch door.

     Hell, why not! I was being asked to find a couple of sexy naked people! It was like a dream come true. Can anybody spell threesome?!?

     I heard Roy laughing as I closed the back door and wandered in the direction of the dock. There was a building between he wood's and the lake's edge that looked suspiciously like a sauna.

     I heard the voices of Clayton and, who I assumed to be Emmy, talking as I neared the suspect sauna. They were in a doorless shower stall outside the sauna, standing under the falling water.

     I know, I say this a lot, but Damn...full frontal Clayton.

     I felt my face flush pink and I had to tear my eyes away from his body. His tan, toned, muscular body.

     "I have a girlfriend, I have a girlfriend, I have a-" Damn... I started telling myself before my thoughts were interrupted by Emmy.

     It had to be something in the water because everybody in this place was fucking gorgeous!

     Well first off she had a nice rack, which was saying something coming from me, I'm more of an ass man. She was lean with long legs, creamy skin, pretty pink lips and a smooth angular face with nice clear blue eyes. Another thing that mush be cause by the water up here was hight, because she was about five-ten!

     "Fuck! In have a girlfriend! I have a girlfriend! I have a girlfriend!" I started chanting in my head, again, as I felt the flush on my face deepen and creep down my neck and chest.

     Every fiber in my being screamed in protest as I'd dragged my hand up over my eyes.

                 DAMN HORMONES!

     "Clayton! My mom says don't do anything Jesus wouldn't!" I called trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I thought about him.

     I heard him laugh and the sound of the shower abruptly stopped.

     "Too late." He said. "How was your venture back to civilization?"

     "Long." I groaned.

     "Emmy, this is Max,  Jill's son." Clayton said.

     I felt a soft slender hand pull my fingers away from my eyes. Emmy was smiling at me, wrapped in a fluffy brown towel.

     "Hi, I'm Emmy. Its good to meet you." She said cheerfully shaking my hand.

     I could see Clayton wrapping a towel around his waist before he came over to join us. His eyes were still bruised, but it had gone down quite a lot. There was only a bit of purple and yellow on the inner corners and a small bruised patch over the bridge of his nose.

     I flicked my attention back to Emmy, my mind still on Clay. "H-hi." Fuck I stuttered!!!

     "Don't take this the wrong way, but you are really cute." She said flatteringly.

     She and Clay walked back up to the house and I followed after only a moment's of stunned hesitation.

     "Come on you two." Roy reprimanded as Emmy and Clay passed him going up the stairs. "Your tracking water in."

     "Sorry daddy-o, I'll make Clay clean it up. I promise!" Emmy said happily.

     My mom watched them go upstairs with her brows furrowed and her lips pursed.

     "Stop making that face Jill." Roy said smirking.

     "I'm not making a face." She lied. Roy kissed her.

     Yes you are. Stop worrying. Emmy is a good kid. She isn't going to corrupt you son, I promise. She is Clayton's rock, he needs her." Roy whispered in her ear.

     Mama Jill smiled. Sorry I can't help it. He is my boy." He said in a small voice. "I was raised in a conservative family. I went to Catholic school."

     Roy laughed again. He kissed her passionately. "That's kinda hot."

     Oh thank God Clayton and Emmy chose then to come back downstairs. They both wolf whistled.

     "Ow ow! Daddy!" Emmy called. "Get some!"

     My poor mothers face was scarlet with embarrassment.

     Roy looked back at Emmy and Clayton with exasperation. "Don't you two have something better to do?"

     Clay and may looked at each other.

     "Nope!" They answered in unison.

     "Besides, if you are allowed to embarrass the hell out of us when we bring our boyfriends over," Emmy said sitting next to mama Jill.

     "Its only fair that we get to embarrass you when you bring your girlfriend around." Clayton finished hopping over the couch to sit beside his father, forcing him to scoot closer to mama Jill.

     "Hi, I'm Emmy. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Roy's surraget daughter and Clay's better half. You are very beautiful. If your hair naturally curly?" Emmy asked shaking my mother's hand.

     "Oh, it is, thank you." She said clearly caught off guard. "I'm Jill."

     "Roy is smitten. He is seriously in love with you. You should hear the way he talks about you." Emmy said smiling.

     For the first time since I met Roy three years ago, I saw him blush.

     "Alright you vultures, go do something productive!" He snapped, pushing Clayton to his feet and shooing his and Emmy away. "Take Max with you."

     Emmy and Clay laughed. "Don't let the abstinence bite!" Clay called playfully.

     Roy chucked a pillow at him and he ducked, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out if the room, closely followed by Emmy, who was howling with laughter. 

     "Your dad actually blushed!" I snickered as Clayton started rummaging in the fridge. Emmy hopped up to sit on the counter and I parked myself in a stool at the island.

     "He is so cute when he is embarrassed." Emmy said, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

     Clayton laughed throughs mouthful of cold steak. "Its almost as funny as when your dad blushes." He said thickly.

      "Ha!" She scoffed. "Yeah right! When have you even seen my dad blush?"

     Clayton pursed his lips looking thoughtful. "Good point. I retract my previous statement."

     "What is your dad like?" I asked out of curiosity.

     "He is like Roy, pulse a beard, add six inches, minus the personality, times the muscles by two."

     "Damn..."

     "He is like a big teddy-bear with Arnold Schwarzenegger's body." Clay simplified.

     "Damn..." I honestly couldn't think of much else to say to that.

     "Clay your going to scare him with that mental image!" Emmy said severely, rolling her eyes. "Not Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was Mr. Universe, that would be gross. More like when he was in "Predator"" Emmy corrected. "He is a tall drink of angry German water."

     "Oh my God!" I said cracking up. I could not believe where this conversation had gone. We all laughed, for quite a while. One of those times when you all get real quiet and then start busting up all over again.

     "Alright!" Emmy said taking a few deep breaths and wiping the tears of mirth out of her blue eyes. "So, Max, tell me about yourself." She said clapping her hands on her knees. She sounded like a mother meeting their child's girl/boy friend for the first time.

     "What do you want to know?"

     "Everything! Anything. Favoret color, age, sexual orientation, shoe size, dreams fears, relationship status, favored food, favorite music. All of it!" She rattle off the top of her head. "We will all do it so your not alone. Clay put down, whatever it is your eating, and come over here."

     Clayton closed the fridge, but did not put down his steak sandwiched between two pieces of French toast.

     "Right! I'll start." Emmy said once Clayton had sat down, tossing her long damp hair over her shoulder. "I'm seventeen. My birthday is the 31st of January. My favorite color is black because color is over rated. I'm into men, my shoe size is nine, I listen to rock and metal music, my favorite food is lambchops and I am currently single." She said happily. She turned expectantly to me.

     "Oh, right. I'm seventeen, my birthday is December 10th. My favorite color is red, I don't have a favorite food. I'm bisexual and I have a girlfriend. My shoes are ten and a halfs, uhhh, I listen to whatever music catches my attention," I said trying to remember all the questions that were asked.

     "You don't have a favored food?!" Clayton asked looking thunder struck.

     "No...?" I said nervously. I wondered if that was the only thing he caught and a part of me felt a little sad if it was.

     "But food is life!"

     "Come on its your turn." Emmy pressed him.

     "My favorite food is moose steak, or lasagna, or scrambled eggs and rum onions wait! Oh God, BACON!! Bacon is my favorite!"

     "Good God!  Enought food! Lets go!" Emmy said swiping his steak and French toast sandwich away from him.

     "Alright relax, my favorite color is green, my birthday is January 31st, I'm seventeen. I'm about as straight as a circle, my shoe size is thirteen, my relationship status is...fucked up." He mumbled the last part, frowning.

     "Bitch!" Emmy said threateningly, jumping off the counter and smacking Clayton hard in the chest. "You are single, because Hunter is a fuck face and I hate him."

     "Well that makes two of us. Lets talk about something else. Max what is your girlfriend's name." He said quickly changing the subject.

     "Penelope, we have been dating for six months"

     "Oh that's nice!!" Emmy said happily grabbing both of my hands. "Dose she know your bi? Oh I bet she was upset about you moving." She babbled, completely distracted from chastising Clayton.

     "Yeah, that was hard and she does know I'm bi, but," I shrugged. "I think she is uncomfortable with it."

     Did I really just admit that? I couldn't believe I just opened up and told Emmy that. I haven't even told my mother that! Damn she must be a wizard or something.

     I blushed a little and coughed. I was suddenly a bit uncomfortable myself. In truth I was a bit nervous Penelope was going to break up with me just because I was bi. I guess it's not like it hasn't happened before, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

     Emmy frowned in a sympathetic way. She pulled me into a hug, making me blush more. "Max, you are the God damn mother fucking prize!" She said energetically. "If she is going to drop you because she is insecure than forget her!"

     I couldn't help it; I smiled. I of course had friends where I used to live and they didn't mind that I was bi, but I could never talk about it to them. They were confused by it and felt awkward whenever it was brought up.

     "Whatever happens things will work out for the better." Emmy said confidently. She turned back to Clayton, her hands on her hips. "Now back to you."

     "No, no, no." Clayton said avoiding her eyes. He was blushing. Hot damn, he was actually blushing!

     "You know what's cute," Emmy said smiling in a rather disturbing way. "You actually think I'm going to drop it."

     "Drop what?" I asked. I was seriously curious now. What could make Clayton look so uncomfortable?

     "The fact that Clayton is still fuc-"

     "Emmy I swear to God!" Clayton yelled over her, his face entirely red now.

     "That your still fucking your price of shit ex-boy toy because you are rife with insecurities!!!" Emmy shouted, even louder that Clayton.

     He stood, turning his back to us, his neck and ears as red as his face. He took a deep breath and turned back around, his face still flushed.

     "You make me sound like a two dollar whore." He grumbled, not looking at me. "You do know my dad is in the next room right?"

     "You do know it's just hate fucking at this point, right?" Emmy retorted, not changing the subject and not backing down at all.

    "You do know I'm about to smack the shit outta you, right?"

     "You do now you don't have the balls, right?"

     They glared at each other for a moment, like room as cold as ice.

     "Your lucky I love you." Clay said darkly with a slightly defeated sigh.

     Emmy smiled. "I love you Clay!" She sang happily.

     "Yeah, yeah, I know." He said with a small smile, his cheeks still dusted pink. The atmosphere lightened considerably, but I was still wary. I had clearly witnessed something Clayton hadn't wanted me too. "Come on let's go do something." He said taking his almost forgiven sandwich off the counter and leading the way into the sunshine.

     We played three handed poker for most of the afternoon. Clay and Emmy got into a few furious bidding wars, and I was thoroughly trounced and absolutely freezing by the time we finished playing. I had no idea how Clayton could sit his a tank top while Emmy actually rolled her tee-shirt up to expose her thin waist while I was shivering in my sweater the whole time!!! Lousy mountain brats were immune to the cold.

     "Stop shivering! You look like a puppy in a thunderstorm!" Emmy cried suddenly, making me jump. Had I been that obvious? "Let's do something warm before Max turns into an ice sickle."

     "Threesome?" Clay asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. I felt myself flush crimson as my breath hitched slightly. Emmy just laughed.

     "No! Let's box." She said grabbing me by my sleeve and dragging me into the back room of the house. Clayton following, hands in his pockets, looking bemused.

     "Wait stop! This is a bad idea. I will be broken." I said on no uncertain terms. "Clay is three times my size and I'm a lover not a fighter." I implored quickly.

     Emmy rolled her eyes and threw me a pair of huge pillow like boxing gloves, that were actually really soft. "Strip sweetheart." She said starting to pull my sweater off over my head. "You will fight me and Clay can ref. Pluse if we use these gloves we can't hurt each other, to badly." She added grinning.

     "I'm still going to be knocked on my sweet ass." I protested, but started to put the gloves on none the less. I had a feeling there was no arguing with Emmy.

     She pulled her hair back in a long pony tail and put on her helmet thing. I struggled with the gloves for a moment feeling anxious until Clayton took pitty on me and came over to help. He ploped the brain bucket on my head and clipped the strap under my chin.

     "She has one hell of a right hook, keep moving and don't let your guard down." He advised positing me in front of Emmy. "Touch gloves and go back to your corners. When you hear the bell come out swinging. No cheep shots!" He said sternly, his eyes flicking to Emmy.

     We touched gloves and went to oppose corners of the sparing mat.

     Oh shit, I was about to have my ass kicked. I guess there are worst things then having your ass handed to you by a beautiful, mountain hardened, Finnish girl, but I still was really looking forward to it.

     "Ding ding mother fuckers." Clayton said stepping backwards off the mat.

     Emmy didn't waste any time. She drew back her fist and brought it swing around, hard, into my chest.

     Shit, he was kidding about her right hook. I swung with my left, and missed.

     Brilliant....

     She jabbed and I dodged, swinging right and getting her in the shoulder. I was so stunned that I actually managed to land a hit that I stopped for a second. She took advantage of this and hit me three time in the stomach.

     I doubled over and Emmy stepped back, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I swung an uppercut and landers it, but she hit me with a right hook, again.

     Alright, I'll admit it, this was actually pretty fun. Thank God for plush boxing gloves. I went out in the third round though. She knocked me down with an uppercut of her own and there was just no way I was getting back up.

     "Ding ding ding! And we have a winner! Clayton said grabbing Emmy's hand and thrusting it up into the air.

     I sat up, panting, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Clayton took off my gloves and helmet and Emmy threw me a towel, grinning.

     "Warmer?" She asked playfully. I nodded also grinning.

     "Good you're all warmed up. Is it my turn yet?" Clayton asked, trying not to smile at my horror struck expression.

     "F-fuck that shit!" I said quickly getting to my feet. One ass kicking a day was good enough for me. Clay and Emmy both laughed.

     "Aww, you don't wanna wrestle?" Clayton pouted.

     He was incredibly sexy when he did that. Hell, maybe I did want to wrestle with him. I felt my cheeks blush slightly as we looked into each others eyes. It was suddenly very hot in this room. I only then realized how close together we were, if I leaned forward just a bit-

     "Max! There you are!" Mama Jill said coming into the room holding the phone. "Penelope is on the phone for you."

     I felt a horrible shock of guilt twist my gut for a second. I had a girlfriend!

     I jumped up quickly and took the phone from my mom. I looked back at Clayton, he was still staring at me, leaning forward slightly where he sat, his lips slightly parted.

     "Penelope? Hi how are you?" I said leaving the room.

***hello darling!! Wow...things were getting, kinda hot for a second. I have decided to do a Clayton point of view next time!! Yay! \^~^/
     I also apologize for how long this took me to write...forgive!
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