I woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. I had slept in a bit, so I grabbed a protein bar and headed to school to make sure the final examinations were ready. I would not be allowed to monitor the tests. Some years before a teacher had been caught coaching her students during finals to improve their scores (and her evaluation based on those scores). Interns now sat in on the tests. I took the opportunity to make an appointment with Jodi, my personal trainer and high school friend, for a late morning work-out.
After we were done Jodi and I sat at the cabana, sipping on smoothies. Jodi is, and was, spectacular looking. She was wearing a form-fitting black leotard, which form-fitted itself to a powerful, well-muscled, trim body and a set of ginormous boobs. She kept her hair short, but her dark eyes, perfect nose, and thick lips were unmistakably feminine. She had been among my friends most vocal in their dislike of Kevin. Not that she objected to taking sexual partners outside of marriage, she and her husband, a former Navy Seal, did regularly. I had been declining their invitations to join them in bed for years. She just objected when one partner played around while demanding fidelity from the other.
"What are your plans tonight?" she asked.
"My bother and I are going to dinner at my parents."
"You still moping over Kevin, honey?"
If you only you knew, I thought.
"I'm actually doing better than I thought I would."
"Your Dad still gorgeous?"
Most of my girlfriends incessantly teased me about my Dad. He was unquestionably a handsome man. He kept himself up: trim and in shape, he was invariably well-dressed, teeth brushed, breath fresh, nails immaculate. His silver hair was always in place. His age proclaimed that he was experienced, determined, and rigorous, not old. Dad stood straight and confident, spoke without profanity, and treated everyone around him with respect. Even the most circumspect of the fathers from among my circle of girlfriends could be caught leering at one of us on occasion. Several made little effort to hide it. Dad had a way of letting a woman know she was beautiful, but never stared. It didn't hurt his image that he and Mom, who had also retained her looks, clearly adored each other.
I had always resisted my friends' teasing about my Dad, denying that I noticed his good looks, but what was the point, he was. "Yes."
"How's your brother? I heard he and Julie broke up. Don't worry, she'll be back."
Julie had my brother hooked. She was one of those Crazy Hot Chicks. Beautiful and sexy, wild and fun, you sensed she was the Tasmanian Devil in bed. She was also nuts. The kind of girl who'd throw a tantrum in a crowded restaurant for no reason and to whom you better not provide your keys, e-mail password, checkbook location, or anything else with which she could do damage when she stormed out because you mentioned an old girlfriend's name. Julie and Hank were on break-up number two. There'd be more.
"Yeah, that's what were afraid of."
"I saw your brother recently, he's grown into quite the hunk. I remember when he was just your kid brother trying to peek at us while we were changing clothes or modeling lingerie."
That I remembered well. Whenever I had girlfriends over Hank would lurk around, trying to catch us in various stages of undress. At first I refused to believe it, but eventually, and after catching him a couple of times myself, I conceded the point. It didn't help that I had a number of friends, Jodi included, that had a hint of the exhibitionist. They didn't mind getting caught.
"Yeah. Speaking of that, I've always suspected you and some of the others were taking your clothes off where you were sure he could see, like you were teasing him."
Jodi smiled. "Guilty as charged." She glanced down at her own body. "I don't wear this skin type outfit because I don't like to be looked at. And its fun watching a guy get turned on. Your brother tried to hide 'em, but he sported a fair number of hard-ons when we were around. He even seemed well hung."
The alarm on her cell phone went off. "Time for my next appointment. See ya."
She walked out of the room. I watched her. I watched guys watch her. I could see why they watched her.
I picked up the completed tests at school and headed home. The school's computer assigned the initial grades. My job was to make sure the computer got it right. I scanned the print out. The class had done well as a whole. There were several exams for which the computer provided a grade inconsistent with the student's skill. I made a note to pay special attention to those. I also planned to leave for last the one thing that most interested me: Scottie's grades. Going into finals he had the highest grade in calculus. However, Rebecca Warrensen and he both had a 96 in statistics. I would carefully review their exams.
I was, as usual, a bit horny after my work out. I started flipping through Sally's films, stopping at "Family Fun," a movie about an incestuous family. With my conversation with Jodi fresh in my head, I popped it into the DVD player.
It was not art. There was this brother who liked to spy on his sister undressing. After she left the house he would masturbate with her underwear. Then, one happy day, she forget her keys, returned home, caught him, and gave him the real thing. That night the son took his Mom out dancing, something the father no longer did. Dad and daughter went to a concert, a place Mom no longer cared to visit. Daughter fondled Dad throughout the show and sucked him off on the way home. They arrived home to find Mom and son in bed together and, with a buxom maid who just happened to wander by, decided to join in. As I said, not art, but mighty hot. Using a fingertip vibrator I brought myself off three times.
Temporarily satiated I turned back to the examinations, completing more than half. I would have gotten more done, but memories of the movie and my conversation with Jodi distracted me. By the time I was ready to dress for dinner I gave in completely to temptation. I put on a garter, stockings, and panties, a long black skirt with a lengthy slit, and boots with stiletto heels. I fetched a feminine lacy white bustier from an old gift box and covered it with a sleeveless red blouse
Normally when I pick up my brother I call him from my car. Tonight I decided to make an entrance. I got out of the car and knocked. When he opened the door I was leaning on the door frame. His eyes went wide.
"I didn't know it was dress up night."
"It's not," I replied, "I just thought it would be fun."
He was wearing dirty sneakers, some old jeans, and a tee-shirt. "I better go change."
