(Part 1 of 2)
Cast:
Brooke: 23 year old daughter of Mary and Paul
Kyle: Brooke's 21 year old brother
Mary: Paul's wife. Brooke and Kyle's mother (41 years old)
Paul: Mary's husband. Brooke and Kyle's father (45 years old)
Summary:
A family with two adult children living at home, learn of the attraction between family members that has been kept secret. It starts when the daughter takes a new job as a masseuse at a local massage parlor offering special services. In part 1 her brother discovers her secret and threatens to blackmail her. What he learns about his sister surprises him. In part 2 each family members secret fantasy is revealed and life around the house changes.
Note: The character's name, whose Point of View is expressed in each chapter, is the name in parentheses following each chapter title.
Chapter 1 -- Introduction (Mary)
My name is Mary. This story is about how the members of my family became intimately involved. Our lives were changed forever by the circumstances that evolved to bring our family closer than ever before. Paul and I got married when we were young. I was only 18 at the time. We wasted no time in starting our family. We sort of got a head start since I was actually four months pregnant with Brooke on our wedding day.
Up until the events I am about to reveal we had always been the typical all American family. Paul and I supported the kid's school activities and we both worked hard to provide a good life for our family. Paul makes a good income as a real estate developer, and I work as a model. I am by no means a super model, but I keep busy working for local advertisers and photographers. The work is not full time, but with Paul's success in Real Estate we don't have to depend on my meager contribution to the household finances.
Paul has always encouraged me to keep my name in circulation. I think he likes bragging to his colleagues that his wife is a model. I don't mind and am flattered at my age I am still able to be successful in a business dominated by girls in their late teens and early to mid twenties.
It always makes me feel good when Brooke and I are mistaken as being sisters. We do look a lot alike. We are both blondes. Brooke wears her hair to almost her waist while mine is just past my shoulders. I am 5'7" and she is an inch shorter. When I look in the mirror I can honestly say I am not disappointed how the years have treated me.
Brooke does have me beat when it comes to boobs. I don't know where the genes came from, but she has a very healthy set of boobs on her chest. Mine are a B cup and she is a D cup. She is young enough that her breasts don't sag. My husband is happy with my smaller size. Mine are nice and firm, but only because they are smaller. If I had her boobs I know they would not ride as nicely on my chest. Many of the fashions I model don't work well with a bra, so being able to go without one gives me an advantage.
Paul likes for me to wear short skirts and with my legs I can easily wear them. I enjoy the attention I receive as I walk by a group of men. I love to walk by and then with a feigned excuse turn to see all eyes on me.
I grin and give them a wink and girly finger wave. Usually they just smile, and accept the fact they have been caught. I love it when I embarrass one of them. The younger they are the easier they are to embarrass. Older men realize women are sexual beings and enjoy the sexual interaction just as much as they do. I don't have to feel a man's cock in me for there to be a sexual chemistry between us. A simple smile or touch can be very arousing.
Enough of that, back to my story. Brooke decided she did not want to attend college even though she had offers from three colleges offering her Cheerleading scholarships. Instead she tried a few different local jobs, but did not find anything she really liked. An older friend of hers suggested she try massage. The friend told her it was easy work and paid very well. Brooke asked her father and me what we thought.
At first Paul was not very supportive. "Those places are nothing more than a front for prostitution. Is that what you want to do with your life?"
"Daddy, not all of them are like that. This place certainly is not like that. All the men and women working there have gone to school and are licensed. Most of their patients are referred to them by doctors for massage therapy after surgery or a deep tissue injury."
Paul had been injured when working on our roof and had actually even used the services of a massage therapist. He told her if this was one of the legitimate places he had no objection. "Your mother and I have always supported your decisions. If this is what you really want to do, we will be happy to pay for the school and help you get started."
That was three years ago. Brooke earned her license and landed a job working with her friend. She did very well for a little over a year. As she had said, most of their work was paid by the client's health insurance. That is where the problem started. With the government involvement in health insurance things began to get tight and the insurance companies became much more restrictive on the duration of therapy they would authorize and for what types of injuries. As a result business dropped off and Brooke was without a job.
She was upset claiming she worked harder than most of the other therapists. She was the one with the least amount of time with the company, so she was the first to go. When Brooke gets mad she can become very determined. Her father told her if she was that good she should go apply at the other places offering massage services.
After a couple weeks she came home and told us she had landed a job. Paul and I were happy for her. She did not elaborate or tell us much about the place. I didn't even know the name of the business. In retrospect what surprised me the most was her father did not ask any questions about the new job.
I began to notice when she left the house the style of her work clothes had changed a little. She was wearing clothing that was quite a bit more revealing. I didn't say anything, thinking it was just the style of clothing girls her age were wearing. She and I had always joked saying, "If you've got it, flaunt it."
This all changed one day when I was putting away the wash and discovered an entirely new wardrobe I had never seen before, in her dresser. It was not so much a wardrobe, but rather a collection of lingerie unlike any I had seen in her wash. I do all the wash and found it strange she had never put these items in the hamper. I could see they had been worn even though they looked to be fairly new. She had obviously not wanted me to see the garments.
The lingerie consisted of various colors of satin and lace. All of the bottoms were actually thongs. They were so small they were actually g-strings rather than thongs. I knew she wore thongs, what girl doesn't, but these were a little more risqué than what I had seen before. She had several matching bras that only supported the breast with a partial cup below the breast. I had seen this style before in stores and at lingerie parties. Those I had seen were called shelf bras. I had even purchased a couple to give Paul a treat. He liked them, but I had never seen Brooke with one.
They were very sexy and fully exposed the nipple. I held the bra up and tried to visualize what Brooke's D cup boobs would look like wearing one of them. The mental image was not one of which I thought her father would approve.
I put her clean clothes away and decided I would talk to her about them later when we were alone. She is an adult and I have no problem with her wearing sexy clothes. She is a pretty girl and actively dates. She has never had a problem getting dates even though at that time she did not have a steady boyfriend. I had no intention of trying to embarrass her, I simply wanted to know why she thought she needed to hide these clothes from me, her mother.
Chapter 2 -- Mother Daughter Talk (Mary)
Brooke's new job required her to work much later than the previous place. I waited up for her thinking we could talk after her father and brother had gone to bed.
It was a little past 11 when I heard her car pull into the driveway. As she opened the door she jumped when she saw me sitting on the couch. "Sorry honey I did not mean to scare you."
"That's okay Mom, I just wasn't expecting you to be up this late. What are you doing up?"
"I thought maybe you and I could talk without the boys listening in on our conversation. It has been a long time since we have had some mother daughter time together without the testosterone crowd listening in."
She looked a little nervous, but grinned and said, "I know what you mean. Why didn't you and dad give me a sister instead of a brother? He can be such a pain in the ass."
"Sorry honey, but your father is entirely to blame for that. As you know the men decide the sex. It just depends on what sperm they give us girls to work with. He really isn't all that bad. You have to admit, at least he is cute."
"Yea I know he is, but there are days when I want to strangle him. It isn't fair I can't have a sister instead."
