*Living in close quarters is the quickest route to trouble*
Thanks to Shawhollow for the edit and Talonwolf story help
(This tale uses racial stereotypes for the sake of the story; these are not things I hold to be true)
The pool was exceptionally easy this time because Scout gifted with me three swimsuits earlier in the week. As she said, a suitably clad brother was better than no brother at all – what a joker. While Hotness was sunbathing she did a rather poor job of acting like nothing happened between us. Not once did she howl out my name for being too close or speaking to or ogling Scout which surely sunk the ruse.
For my part, I wanted Cybil to know something was going on, so when we went for our 10:30 smoothie break, I asked Zuiko what she wanted. She gave her order after a drawn out moment of lowering her sunglasses and letting her eyes roam up and down my bod. In the kitchen, Maria couldn't help but chortle.
"We are using a new air-freshener down stairs in the workout area," she snorted.
"I hadn't noticed," I nonchalantly went about helping put the drinks together.
"You should notice tomorrow – I just put them in this morning," she gleefully informed me, "after you...finished up."
"I've decided that I'm going to help Mom – work out – some issues with her exercise regimen, so it might be a bit – intense down there," I kept grinning.
"Dulce honestly believed you'd finally had enough and were strangling the life out of her," Maria snickered.
"Oh please," I waved my hands about dramatically, "Zuiko is all about unexpected kindness and unrealized passion."
"Doesn't that mean she's shallow and has a willingness for sexual experimentation," Maria chortled deeply. I bowed my head to Maria.
"I bow to your superior mastery of innuendo, Senora Maria," I acknowledged. I scoped out our three drinks and headed back out poolside.
"Madame Z," I offered Hotness her icy beverage with a new title.
"No," Zuiko waggled her drink in my face, showing her disapproval for my latest name for her. "For now I think we are stuck with the 'H' word."
"Yes Hotness," I nodded. "Not Smoking Hotness?" I whispered. Her eyes studied me and a delicious twist came to her lips but she gave no answer. I joined Scout in the water, our drinks on a floating cushion. It wasn't like Scout had to clean the pool if something dropped in – I knew that was Javier's job because I'd bothered to ask.
"You and Mom seem to be getting along," Scout teased me. I looked totally innocent of course.
"Maybe she's luring me into a false sense of security, so she can knock me out and take me beyond my ankle bracelets range so the Sheriff can come take me away," I postulated.
"It's the 'knock you out' part of the plan that interests me the most," Scout giggled. Again, I was totally at a loss for what she was insinuating. "Should I check you out for vulnerabilities?"
"Sure, if that includes some laps in the pool," I suggested. Scout answered that with a big splash of water in my face (and subsequently flashing me with her bountiful bikini shot) then started our laps. I destroyed her. Okay, I would have destroyed her if her feet, legs, ass and mid-waist had not been constantly in the path of my strokes.
Ten laps and Scout declared her victory for all to hear.
"I win, I win; Scout paddles Duke in Epic Encounter!" she bounced up and down in the shallow – and bounced and flounced. "What do I win?" I had to think of something that didn't include an immediate, Zuiko-observable, reproach.
"You get to pick the first game tonight for our first ever Family Movie Night," I offered both the reward and the notion of us having a Family Movie Night. Being tied to an ankle bracelet left me with very limited social options.
"I'll have to think of something creative," she purred as her fingers ran along the top of my swim trunks.
First Family Movie Night
The biggest problem with Dad's entertainment room was that he had bought five TV satellite systems with nutty things like every sports package offered. Hell, with one our sports packages I could have watched Latvia versus Lithuania – the Titans of Baltic Coast (yes, I had to look that up) duking it out in soccer to see who played Poland (the winner) or Russia (the loser).
When Hotness and Scout came back from changing for bed they argued playfully; a revelation came to me. Dad wasn't a total dick-wad for ignoring all the people in his life. Dad couldn't say 'no' for long – to anybody; witness the colossal TV packages. The only person who had respected and not abused that weakness was my Mom but when he refused to say 'no' to the people he worked with she had to cut him loose.
Then one day, Zuiko must have put him in the same situation – she badgered him into marrying her and I was getting the idea that she hadn't clued on to that weakness yet. Dad's coping mechanism was to not answer the phone, or his e-mails, if he was afraid they might be unpleasant. In general people ignored this because Dad was brilliant and hard-working.
I was still deciding if that was something I could forgive Dad for when the ladies chose and overruled me into watching the Time Traveler's Wife. Now I could have acted out as a spoiled child but I had a game plan that didn't involve upsetting either lady. So after a little tussle over who got the popcorn – me or the help – we dimmed the lights and dialed up the movie.
I quickly slid to the floor then stretched out on my stomach leaving Zuiko and Cybil sitting on the overstuffed sofa, resting on the armrests. For the first few minutes all was good then I made my move. First I flexed my buttocks, waited a second or two then rolled onto my side and reached down and 'adjusted' my member. The crunching of popcorn behind me subsided before stopping all together.
"Duke, are you okay?" Hotness gulped.
"Absolutely– Zuiko," I answered but didn't look back. "I thought I wouldn't like the movie but it's moving."
"How about we pause the show and have our first game of the night?" Scout popped up.
Now I did look behind me. Hotness looked on dubiously but Scout looked at me mischievously with a faint air of smug satisfaction.
