Chapter 3

Posted: October 24, 2006 - 12:53:26 am

I sunned my self for another fifteen minutes, until my parents and Brian yelled for me to join them in the pool. I hate to admit it, being a teenager and all, but I had a blast with my family as we splashed around in the shallow end. Daddy was acting differently that day, but for once, it was in a good way. He tossed mom in the air as if she were weightless, and then did the same to me. I don't know where it came from, but mom even lightened up and challenged Brian and me to a chicken fight against her and dad. Mom was actually giggling as she rode on dad's shoulders and tried to knock me off Brian's. I made a grab for her once, and her top slipped off of one boob. She giggled 'oops' then did the same to me. I was flabbergasted by her actions, and by my own lack of embarrassment, as both dad and Brian hooted their appreciation.

We left the pool about three in the afternoon. As we headed up in the elevator, dad asked Brian if he would go shopping with him before supper. Brian agreed, figuring no doubt, that dad wanted to go to a gadget or computer store. Then daddy looked at his watch (the one with the built in calculator) and sprung a big surprise on mom and me.

"Wifey, if you and Princess hurry, you can just make it to the spa appointments I made for you. You are on for the works, so let's plan on dressing up and going out to dinner about eight."

Mom squealed and gave daddy a kiss. Brian and I were gum-smacked when daddy pulled mom up against him and gave her a kiss that almost set off the fire alarm. When the elevator stopped on our floor and the door opened, they were still going at it. I smiled embarrassedly at the family waiting for us to exit.

"Come on you two, people are waiting," I said.

Dad set mom back on the floor, but he had to hold her up for a second until her eyes refocused. He took mom's hand and walked towards their room, mom looked dazed but happy. My parents little display had me wet again, as I thought of someone doing that to me. I flinched when I realized that I wanted that someone to be my brother.

Once we were in the room, I was almost disappointed that Brian only kissed my cheek and told me to have fun, before he hit the shower. I frowned at myself for being so stupid, and changed clothes quickly. Mom knocked on the door just as I pulled on my t-shirt. Mom was wearing a similar outfit, but she had not put on a bra. Her nipples tented the front of the shirt; mom had my problem with prominent nipples when she was aroused. This is the first time I could recall ever seeing her braless.

"Uh, Mom, you forgot something," I hinted.

She looked down and giggled.

"Your dad wouldn't let me put one on; he said my girls are too nice to hide. This is quite liberating, I might do it more often."

I had to admit daddy had a point; mom did have a nice set. I shook my head trying to clear it. I must have woken up this morning in some alternate universe. It flummoxed me to realize that Brian was the only one in the family acting himself today.

Daddy had gone all out for us; we were royally pampered at the Dolphin's spa. We had massages, facials, manicures and even a pedicure. It was a wonderfully relaxing three hours; it was just what I needed after my topsy-turvy day. I had forgotten about my earlier difficulties, until I walked into our room and saw my brother napping on the bed. I quietly moved over and stood next to the bed looking down on him, God, he was a gorgeous guy. He was lying on his side under the sheet, facing towards where I stood. He looked almost angelic, as he slept. I couldn't resist bending down and kissing his cheek. He opened his eyes and gave me this heart-melting little boy smile.

"Go back to sleep Bri, I'll wake you up when it's time to get ready," I said softly.

He nodded and closed his eyes, asleep again instantly. I stayed there and looked at him for another minute then sighed and headed towards the bathroom. I took a nice long shower and decided that shaving my legs and armpits would go nice with the trip to the spa. I shaved around my little coochie even closer than normal, and touched up the little tuft of hair I had at the top. Shaving was not a chore for me, as my blonde hair was soft and fine. I wish now that I had the nerve to get a bikini wax like mom opted for down at the spa. I blushed again when I recalled mom saying that the wax job was daddy's reward for thinking of the spa. Who was this woman, and what had she done with my straight-laced, role model mom?

I put on my robe and tiptoed back into the room. Brian was still dead to the world as I took out some panties and a bra. I frowned at the sensible plain white undies and dug around until I found a baby blue set that were only a little lighter than my eyes. The bra and panties weren't super sexy, but they looked good on me. I went back into the bathroom and decided to apply a little make-up. After all, we were going out somewhere nice to eat, so it wouldn't hurt to dress up a little.

I strolled out of the bathroom to dress for dinner, completely forgetting that I was in my underwear. Brian whistled softly as I walked into the room. I started to cover myself, then thought what the heck, let him look if it makes him feel good. I lifted my chin and tried to appear nonchalant as I walked over to my suitcase.

"Wear the denim skirt please, it looks good on you," Brian said.

I frowned and then gave another shrug. The skirt did look good on me and he had asked so nicely. I grabbed the skirt and slipped it over my hips, my back still turned to my brother. Now I just needed a top to complete my look. I grinned to myself, pulled out two choices and turned around. I looked at my brother inquisitively and held up the choices. One was a nice red blouse that buttoned up the front; the other was a little white tee that said 'HOT!' in red letters surrounded by flames.

"You would look great in either but I think the red is better for supper," Brian said. Then he grinned and continued, "The other one you can wear to bed."

I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him. "In your dreams," I said.

His grin faded and he sighed. "Yeah in my dreams," he agreed.

Brian grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom while I was buttoning up the blouse. I was slightly disappointed that he closed the door behind him. I was even more disappointed when he came out fifteen minutes later, fully dress. I didn't let him know that though, I just told him he looked nice. He smiled at me and came over so he was standing close to me.

"I shaved and everything, smell my new after shave."

I leaned forward and sniffed. I swear the smell of him made my knees buckle.

"Nice," I managed to say.

A bolt of lust shot through me; I was a millisecond from licking his neck when mom knocked on the door. I snapped out of my trance and went to let her in. I opened the door and as had been happening to me all day, I stood slack jawed at what I was seeing. Mom was her usual put together self, in a red and white flowered sundress, even though she was showing more cleavage than usual. It was my dad that blew me away. He was wearing a pair of butt-hugger black Levis, with a nice white shirt tucked into them. He had a thin black belt around his waist and not a single item hung from it. On his feet were these really, really cool burgundy alligator cowboy boots. His hair was freshly cut and styled and his nebbish college professor glasses had been replaced by a stylish wire framed pair.

"Daddy?" I squeaked.

Mom was smiling as if she'd just hit the lotto, and was hanging on dad's arm as if he might try to escape as dad nodded.

"Yep it's me; your brother is helping me change my image."

I turned and gave Brian a smile. "You done good, bro," I said.

Brian grinned back and we walked out to the elevator. I was beginning to like my brother more and more. It felt completely natural to take my brother's arm, just the way mom was walking with dad.

My full of surprises daddy took us to this really intimate and romantic restaurant for supper. Daddy suavely slipped the maitre d' some cash, and asked for a nice booth. Dad was acting so debonair, I began to seriously consider that aliens had kidnapped and reprogrammed him. He was being super attentive to mom and she was eating it up. We had ordered and our salads had arrived, when I happen to glance up and see my mother stiffen and look at dad. Dad seemed to be engrossed in his salad, so she turned her attention to hers. I was wondering what was going on, when I felt Brian casually drop his hand on my knee. I reached down and grabbed his hand without attracting attention to us, and gave him my number two 'if looks could kill you'd be dead glares'. He just smiled and leaned over to whisper something in my ear.

"This is what dad is doing to mom, although I think mom is enjoying it more than you."

So that was what was going on! I looked back over at mom, and if dad wasn't feeling her up, she must have been cold, because her nipples were poking out big-time. Brian seemed to be content with me holding his hand as it rested on my knee, so I didn't make a fuss about him moving it. Then my brother caught my eye and winked, before turning his attention to mom, and engaged her in a conversation about our day out tomorrow.

It was funny as hell watching mom trying to act all normal. She was just picking at her salad and seemed to be slumping down in the booth slightly. Her face was beginning to flush and her fork twitched in her hand every so often. I think the server arrived just in time for mom. Dad studiously started cutting up his steak, and mom pulled herself back together. I was on the verge of putting a forkful of fettuccine alfredo in my mouth, when it dawned on me — daddy was acting different because he touched the female idol! I mean acting way different than normal, too. Mom had touched the male idol and was acting more relaxed but her behavior wasn't that far from her normal self.

I started worrying about daddy's behavior for two reasons. One reason was how his new persona was going to affect their marriage. The other was that if dad had made such a radical change, what was going to happen to me? When mom excused herself to go to the restroom, I went with her. We were both primping at the mirror when I asked her about dad.

"Mom, daddy is acting so different than usual, what do you think about that?"

Mom gave me a happy smile. "I think it is wonderful, Honey. You know I love your dad to pieces and have since the day I met him. I see something in him no one else does, I guess because we are soul mates. Now it looks like he is going to turn that big old brain loose on fulfilling all my fantasies. The best part of this is that I've never shared my fantasies with him, so everything he is doing is his idea."

Then her voice dropped an octave and I swear her eyes were glittering.

"You know what else, Britney? The thought of that has me so aroused I can hardly contain myself. The idea of us both letting loose has me the most excited that I've been in my life!"

I thought about what she said all the way back to the hotel. Dad touched the female idol and now he was doing what mom secretly wanted him to do. Mom had also touched the idol and was acting more openly sexual than I'd ever seen her. I touched the male idol and now I was doing things I thought I'd never do until I was safely married to my dream guy. Was I doing those things because the idol was influencing me to do what Brian wanted? I know the woman at Ripley's said the idol helped women get pregnant, and she became so concerned after hearing I didn't want to get knocked-up. Could it be that if your objective wasn't pregnancy, the idol just hyped you up sexually? Well, whatever, I was still in control of myself, even if my raging hormones had been trying to lead me astray all day.

As we traveled up the elevator arm in arm, I was also very pleased with my baby brother. He was being a gentleman, and not trying to take advantage of me during my times of weakness. If I could meet a guy half as handsome, sweet and funny as Brian, I'd be all over him. We split up at the elevators, as mom and dad headed to their room with a hurried goodnight. I heard my mother squeal, and turned around toward them as Brian was swiping the key-card. I had to grin at the sight of mom across dad's shoulder, as he worked their door. He had his hand on her butt under her dress, and she was ineffectively hitting him on the back as she wiggled and giggled.

Brian and I both tumbled into the room laughing. It was only about ten-thirty, but it had been a full day, so both Brian and I were ready for bed. I went to my bag to grab my sleep shirt and saw the little white tee lying on top. I started to put it away, when I remembered Brian's comment about sleeping in it. I smiled to myself and grabbed it before going into the bathroom to change. Bri had been such a sweetheart this afternoon, and tonight I thought I'd give him a little eye candy as a reward. I went into the bathroom and changed, as Brian turned around and started shucking off his jeans. As I stood in front of the mirror, I decided that I needed to lose the bra, I would be more comfortable that way, and it wasn't as if Bri would see all that much. My baby blue panties didn't cover much skin, but they covered more than the bottom of the bikini I wore today. I brushed my hair, squared my shoulders and walked into the bedroom.

Brian was already under the covers, channel surfing, he looked up when I came in; he smiled at my outfit, but didn't comment on it. As I walked towards him, I could feel my nipples puckering until they were as hard as I could ever remember them being. I stopped at the edge of the bed as Brian continued to look at me. His eyes were filled with such adoration, it made me shiver.

"Do you want me to help you fix the bed like last night?" he asked.

I thought for a second then asked him, "are you going to be good if I don't?"

He regarded me with this intensely serious look. "I love you Brit, I'd never do anything you didn't want me to do."

When he said that, I actually felt my heart flutter. I gave him a smile and slipped under the covers. I fluffed up a couple of pillows and leaned against him, as he looked for something on the tube. We had just settled on a Seinfeld rerun, when we began to hear a series of rhythmic thumps on the wall right behind our heads. Brian grinned at me and muted the television.

"I was wondering how long it would take them. I'm amazed they lasted this long."

I nodded just as I heard mom let out a loud moan. "Oh yes," she warbled.

I was transfixed as I listened to mom vocalize her passionate pleasure through the wall.

"Damn, they sound hot!" my brother exclaimed needlessly.

I nodded again and unconsciously pressed myself against his side. The sounds next door and the lingering scent of his after-shave was making my head spin. When Brian put his arm around me, I nestled closer and turned slightly towards him. Brian kissed me on the forehead and I looked up at him. I was a goner as soon as our eyes locked together. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours, before Brian reached over his head and turned out the lights. When his lips descended on mine, a jolt of electricity shot through me, and I swear I had a small climax. It was by far the best kiss I'd ever had, it was achingly sweet and loving, with the hint of a passion behind it hot enough to start a forest fire.

As the kiss deepened, Brian gently cupped my breast, his hand felt so good on me, I almost passed out. Without even thinking, I reached down and jerked my shirt up above my breasts. No experience I've had in my almost seventeen years came close to how good his hands felt on my naked skin. I threw my leg over his, and pushed myself against him, my moans now competing with my mothers. Brian silenced me with another scorching kiss, as he rolled me onto my back.

I willingly opened my legs to him; confident that he wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want. He gently lowered himself over me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I felt his hardness pressed against my most intimate place, and it sent a thrill through me to realize that only two thin pieces of cloth separated our genitals.

When I felt Brian suck my left nipple into his mouth, I nearly melted into the mattress! His tongue licked and swirled around it until it was achingly erect, then he moved to give my other breast the same treatment.

I slid my hands down his muscular back until I reached his tight little butt. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, I pulled him firmly against my sex-saddle.

Brian began a slow, rocking motion that caused his hard shaft to slide up and down the length of my vulva. I could feel the ridge of his flared, helmet-shaped tip each time he thrust against me. It would rub over my swollen clitoris and send bolts of pleasure throughout my body. My God, if it feels this good with our underwear in the way, what would it be like if we were both naked?

Brian gradually picked up the pace and length of his thrusts, his tempo matching the thump... thump... thump coming from our parents' room. My hips rose and fell to meet each thrust, as we both approached our ultimate release. When the first tingles of my climax swept over me, Brian must have sensed it, for he left my breast to cover my mouth with his own. If he hadn't done so, mom and dad would have surely heard my orgasmic cries.

I was still in the midst of my climax, when I felt Brian's whole body suddenly stiffen above me. He gave a guttural groan, and then his thrusts became spasmodic. I was pretty sure he had reached his own orgasm, and this was confirmed a moment later, when I felt the sudden wetness soaking the front of my panties. Before today, I would have been totally grossed out from getting my brother's semen all over me, but not now. On the contrary, the knowledge that I had given my sweet brother such pleasure filled my heart with joy.

Brian tried to roll off of me, but I was having none of that. I locked my ankles together, preventing him from moving away from his position between my legs. I was basking in the afterglow of a terrific orgasm, and in no hurry to let him dismount, but Brian was a bit freaked out about the gooey mess he'd made.

"I'm sorry, Britney... I didn't mean to squirt it on you! We gotta get this mess cleaned up..."

I stopped his protesting by pushing my tongue into his mouth. When we finally came up for air, I told him there was no hurry, and that I just wanted to lay like this and cuddle for a little while. As soon as he realized I wasn't grossed out about being ejaculated on, he settled down and entertained himself by kissing and fondling my breasts.

When I finally released my grip on him, Brian rolled off and lay beside me. I ran my hand over the front of my panties, feeling the warm, sticky seed of my brother. The crotch was almost as wet, but that came from my own juices. I brought my semen-covered fingers to my nostrils and sniffed. It was a musky, manly scent, and not at all unpleasant. Suddenly, I had another one of those bizarre thoughts pop into my mind. 'I wonder what it tastes like?' I grimaced at the idea. Letting Brian ejaculate on my panties was way past where I had ever been willing to go; no way would I ever drink that stuff!

I sent Brian into the bathroom with instructions to rinse out his semen-soaked undies in the sink, but stopped him when I noticed he hadn't grabbed a fresh pair.

"Can't I just sleep in the nude like I do at home?" He asked.

"No way you're sleeping next to me naked!" I replied.

"Why not? Don't you trust me, Brit?" He said, the hurt apparent in his voice and expression.

"I trust you, Brian... it's me I don't trust." I said softly.
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