I'm not frozen because I'm awed at the nice bed I could be laying on. Rather, I'm stuck here because I'm not sure I want to walk in and take that pleasure. That's because the bed nearest me has an occupant. A well-proportioned, muscular occupant. More muscular than I had imagined, his lightly tanned back curving down towards a rump covered by a barely functioning hand towel. His head was facing down, unaware of my presence, and yet the shaggy, dirty-blonde hair covering his face was unmistakable. The woman rubbing oil on his shoulder blades confirms it.
This is my brother, and I'm mere feet and a single cloth from being completely bare in front of him. My attendant seems to have noticed I'm having an issue here, or at least I'm able to sense her asking me what's wrong. I say sense because I can't make out many words, all I know is some way or another, first via head motions and then a couple of under the breath murmurs, I get across that it's him. He's the problem.
She doesn't understand. "Your boyfriend?" Is the question. Of course, that would make sense. Indeed, if he was my boyfriend I would be as perplexed by my actions as she was. I shake my head sideways while the commotion grabs Austin's attention. I catch his bushy hair lift upward and turn just in time to meet his multi-colored hazel eyes, irises and eyelids widely expanding as he reacts with the same surprise at seeing me here as I him. An incoherent exchange follows. He nearly stumbles off his mattress in reaction, then the two of us trip over words to attempt explanation.
The Colombian -- I'm not sure of her heritage but for some reason she's Colombian to my mind -- girl working on his back is mildly spooked, holding her hands up in the air like she's done something wrong. I eventually manage to spit out the word "Brother," and it clicks immediately with Michiko, prompting a fitting reaction where her stance staggers backwards while her eyes almost pop open, filling with white as her mouth drops ajar. Yazmin is rousing about, directing terms in rapid fire Michiko's way in what sounds like Spanish. It seems she may have picked up on what we were saying but isn't sure of it. My suspicion is confirmed as I hear the Asian answer her. Most of the sentence is lost to me, I took French in school and was never very good at it, but I hear "familia" and later "hermana," which force Yazmin into a similar taken aback observation.
Given their reactions, I imagine this is an uncommon occurrence. Still, once everyone is allotted their chance to be shocked we recover and talk it out. Michiko explains that they're busy right now and no other rooms are available. She suggests we do the massages separate, one of us can wait while the other goes, but we may have to cut things short because of it. Austin then proposes getting up and letting me have the full time. I stop him, the offer is kind but it would be a waste to throw away all the money he spent. And beyond that, he didn't seem too cognizant of the fact that the way he was angling himself off the mat was about to give me a full on view of his junk. I sort it out and decide we'll just go forward as originally planned, agreeing with Austin that we'll face away from each other and try not to make it too weird.
Michiko is still giving me a curious look as I slip my way into the room. I shrug back at her, mouthing "Just be careful," on the way to the far table. I lay down on it, fanning out the towel I have on, ensuring I was covered to any onlookers. I rest my head sideways, glaring at the wall as agreed, and relax in preparation of the TLC I had been anticipating. A firm, yet gentle grip clutches my upper back and neck, soothing those muscles and allowing my body to relax. I sigh longingly and close my eyes, ready for the massage to continue.
I instead feel Michiko's small, soft fingers slither off my skin. I ponder the quick withdrawal ever so shortly before the reason greets me abruptly. I feel my large, protective body towel rudely removed and substituted with a flimsy, feathery replacement. This sudden switch reawakens me; I feel nude and vulnerable. This is normal, of course, were we in a normal scenario. We aren't, and that prompts me to drag my chin back to the center, enough so I can open my left eye and check that Austin isn't breaking our vow not to ogle my nearly exposed ass or the outline of my chest pressing into the bed.
Mercifully, my brother is a man of his word. I spy nothing more than the back of his bushy head. Unfortunately, that's not all I see. Again, I'm greeted with a view of his surprisingly built frame. There's definition to his upper back, something I've always found super attractive in a man. And those muscles are glistening with the glow of oil Yazmin has rubbed into him. She's working her hands down near his lower sides now, rotating her hands to work the area below his ribs. I linger at the scene, her motions almost sensual and I could swear he seems to be fidgeting a bit underneath it. I get jolted back to my senses by a cold liquid squirted on my back. Warm hands, already coated themselves, rub into it and I force my head back down to its position facing the wall.
Eyes closed to the dark, I dwell on the last moments. What the hell was I thinking? Purge the thought. It's fucking
Austin
. Maybe I should call up one of those exes when I get back, it's clearly been too long since I last got some action. I focus on clearing my mind.
Fortunately, Michiko is working wonders on my body. The knots I had in my upper back are gone and her hands provide a passionate, intense motion as they clutch and press into my dermis. It's the perfect combination of power, alleviating stress, and grace, lulling me into a tranquil state. I rest peacefully, allowing my mind to drift off those thoughts while I relax and allow her to work her magic.
She moves from my back and shoulders to my arms and hands, judiciously flexing each spot just the right amount. I'll have to remember to thank Bailey, this really is one of the better massages I've had. After she oddly stretches out my arms and then meets each hand with her own she returns to my body, pressing into my lower back rather forcefully, driving me to breathe out a couple deep breaths. She then takes her hands to my armpits and begins the process I saw Yazmin performing on Austin. Her hands rotate tightly, then drive into the skin over and over down my side.
I ease into a drowsy state from Michiko working on me, moving to my feet and legs. Time starts to blur, a comforting couple minutes where she works on my muscles and I laid slack, lost to the world. I'm roused out of this once her hands make their way up my thighs and come precariously close to gliding across my nether regions. I lock up, muscles tensing, then hold at attention while fingers skillfully dip into my inner thighs.
Her expert touch never crosses the line, though I find myself almost wishing it would. This culminates when she slides her digits up my glutes and under the towel. She's diligently working her hands into my hips as a professional, even taking care not to not risk exposing my ass to the rest of the room. Yet, I'm having trouble controlling myself. I'm now staring straight ahead, jaw resting on the mat while gritting my teeth to suppress the emotions swelling within me. It's a losing battle. I am getting so wet. And if Michiko separated my legs even a tiny bit she would see...
"Okay. Front side. Here." The miracle worker instructs while I sense another little towel rest up against the side of my breast. I comply, gripping it securely to my chest while I turn. The pretty girl welcomes my eyes with a smile as she holds the lower towel in place, blocking any possible mistake with her body. I complete the spin and settle back down, allowing her to move out of view to grab more oil. My attention is drawn elsewhere, however.
Austin is laying prone, face up, as well. His arms and pecs already glistening, Yazmin working ahead of us. Speaking of that girl, Yazmin looks to have removed her overcoat and is now massaging my brothers stomach in a form-fitting camisole-sweatpant combo. The room has gotten quite hot but that outfit seems to have more purpose than just comfort, and Austin has noticed. I can tell he's trying to give off the impression that he's staring out into space even though it's clear he's gawking at the massive tits on the girl working on him.
As I follow his gaze I notice something else entirely...perched in front of my vision of the woman's outfit contains the outline of a crumpled white towel. The indentation of my brother's cock is poking up in front of her yellow outfit. And if the shape is any indication, it's hard. Oh, did it just twitch?
Wait, I really shouldn't be paying attention to this. I dart my eyes away as Michiko resumes my massage but make a huge mistake. Instead of looking away completely, I bring my sight upwards and meet my brother's. He may have only taken a wayward glance, or maybe he was watching the hardworking beauty on my side destressing the area around my collarbone. Whatever brought us to this moment, any illusions we had to escape it without guilt were vanquished upon our eyes meeting. I could already see his face turning red with embarrassment while we both looked away with haste. I felt mine heat up too in the process of stretching my neck fully in the opposite direction.
I hear Michiko snicker. Oh god, I hope she didn't see what just happened. One of her hands reaches up and softly presses into my exposed neck. I reflexively lift my head up, allowing her other to grasp the other side. The soothing touch does a good job of bringing me back to relaxation. I notice now that she's also removed her cloak and is reaching over at me in similar garb as Yazmin, though she's sporting a gray undershirt that fits snugly on her tight frame. She continues to work on my body, lulling me into a false ease at odds with the nerves I'm experiencing.
