"I am so very sunburnt."
Molly Indrabooty winces heavily at an aching rash of peeling skin. Within the confines of her bedroom she examines herself thoroughly in her dresser mirror. Completely nude at the moment learning swiftly that underwear or anything tight hurt like a bitch. She knew the possibilities when she and her family joined the Houser clan at sea on their yacht. Sex outdoors in the sun led to a darker complexion. Her skin nearly black at the moment. She was sorely tempted to call off sick from school and remain at home to ease her agony. Two days in a row looked bad, considering all of her family called off Monday to recover from their trip to Key Largo. It would not be in the cards.
A knock at her door leads her to hold a towel in front of her as she answers. Opening it she finds her Mother Marjorie holding a curled tube of Aloe Vera, "You're so very lucky I'm a Botanist."
"Enter Mother. I am in need of your caring hands."
"Only because I know you can barely move. I think we've all learned a valuable lesson. I burnt badly myself on the way there. It really didn't feel horrible until the next day. How I got through my massage without bawling my eyes out is beyond me." She shivers at her shameless beach massage at the hands of a dashing Carlos. So she thought. What began with Carlos ended with Caleb Houser eating her out without her even suspecting it was him. Blindfolds and music to drown out exterior voices made certain of that. Still, something seemed off about Carlos. It didn't feel as if he had a moustache. Unless of course his brother ate her instead. Either way she was ashamed of herself for secretly enjoying it. It had been awhile since Sahseej graced her pussy with his loving lips.
"Hurry Mommah, before Father checks on me."
"You're lucky your Father went to work before you woke. Calling off yesterday meant pushing his intern's into performing lesser surgeries on patients with scheduled appointments. He cannot do that again. Being a lead brain surgeon means you cannot just do as he did. Outside of renting a seaplane to get home early we were all stuck with the Housers."
"I had great fun until today. May I stay home from school for the rest of the week?"
"Today yes. I'm staying home too. Campus can live without me a few days. We can both care for one another and soothe our wounds."
"I must text Caleb and tell him I miss him."
"You really like this Caleb don't you?" Marjorie ever so carefully dabs aloe on Molly's worst areas. Namely those she was unable to reach. Even the slightest pressure made Molly tense up. Poor thing.
"Very much. At first I disliked him much. But, he has shown me how much he adores me."
"I think all of the Houser's adore you."
Molly winces both at the tenderness of her burns but at her Mother's observation. She worried her Mom might be picking up signals she tried to keep hidden. Namely Caleb's Father giving her too much attention. Unless confronted Molly would keep it too herself. Not only did she never want Caleb mad at her but she actually liked being told what to do. Caleb certainly had a spell over her.
"I like them. Kayla even."
"She seems like a sweetheart." Marjorie would not have said that if she knew the girl had seduced her Husband more than once. For now she was as blind as a dumbfounded bat.
"We must need many tubes of Aloe." Molly lifts the tube to realize not much was left.
"I know." Marjorie hisses, "I used some selfishly. If I have to I'll go out and buy more. There is a drugstore just down the street."
"You must hurry Mommah. I cannot move."
"I'm not even dressed yet. Do you think I like wearing clothes over my burns either?"
Marjorie frowns at her daughters disappointed glare. With a huff from held breath she smiles. "Of course I'll go buy more aloe. I'll just wear something loose and silky. If only I could wear this nightie." She pinches the soft pale pink silk of her night gown. It was short and very sexy.
"People would look at you and call you Victoria."
"You think you're funny. How about I just let you snap, crackle, and pop?"
"No Mommah. Call the school and excuse me if you please."
"You want a lot from me this morning. You know I will. Give me time to find something to wear that doesn't hurt me. That is going to be a challenge."
Leaving Molly expressing a grimace at her own agonizing burns Marjorie goes to her bedroom and first procures her cell. Dialing the University first she awaits a reply from her assistant Bella. It took five rings before her youthful ally answered.
"Good morning Miss Kenwood. I hate to do this to you two days in a row, but frankly my burns hurt so badly I might not even be available tomorrow. We shall see. My daughter Molly is in agony, the poor girl. I think Sahseej was the only one lucky out of our mini vacation. Can you inform Dean Callahan I won't be in today? Thank you Sweet Bella. Carry on without me."
Hanging up Marjorie then dialed Molly's school. "Hello. This is the Mother of Molly Indrabooty. I'm calling to let you know I'm authorizing her to stay home today and tomorrow. Pending on how she feels of course. Our entire family got very bad sunburns over the weekend. Thank you Henrietta. Give Principal Chavez my best."
Once done she takes another moment to text Sahseej at work. "I'm daring to go get more aloe for our burns. We are both miserable. Have a better day than us my love."
Text sent she pilfers through her closet seeking something to wear.
Six miles away at the Hospital Sahseej Indrabooty preps for surgery. Before washing his hands he feels his cell vibrate. Not once but twice. Grimacing he chooses to look at the texts. One was from his wife. The other...Kayla Houser. Staring at both he fans his fingers indecisively. Sadly, he chose to read Kayla's text. What he found was not just words but a picture of her pussy up close. Her fingers prying her hole wide with an invitation. Her text read. "She misses you as much as I do." Glancing about he quickly closes it from prying interns. He would read his wife's text three hours later. Surgery came first.
At home, Marjorie Indrabooty concluded that nearly everything she owned was a burden against her tender red flesh. Deciding that her nightie was her softest option she left it on but dared to wear a very thin silky coat over it. The coat draped only as low as her upper thighs. Even that felt miserable to her flesh. "Good lord! I look like a hooker."
Wearing sandals on her feet she snatched up her purse and car keys. Passing by Molly's door she observes Molly laying nude on her tummy weeping as she texted Caleb.
"Everything alright?"
"No Mommah. Even my fingertips hurt."
"Awww! I'll hurry back. Don't move."
"I will be exactly as I am now." She whimpers.
It hurt to move too fast so Marjorie crept a bit. Opening her door she steps into the hallway. Turning after locking her door she fumbles with her keys squealing as they slipped from her grasp toppling to the carpet. Eying them she just knew how badly it was going to hurt bending to pick them up. Using the wall as support she crouches low and grits her teeth every inch of the way. She hadn't noticed the elevator open until she was fully crouched and prepared for the stretch to pick up her keyring. Hearing the door open she looks up to see their neighbor Eric. For once he didn't have a different girl on his arm. She couldn't move.
With groceries in his arms he eyes her predicament. What she hadn't even thought about was the fact her coat was open, her short nightie wide. Eric Champion looked right up into paradise.
"Problem?"
"You could say that. Nasty sunburn. Dropped my keys on my way out." She realized after looking at her knee span that Eric was admiring her inner thighs. Eyes wide she quickly closed her legs. The pain shooting through her made her lose balance and fall backwards. Hearing her shriek Eric swiftly sets his bags down and rushes to her aid. Directly in front of her of course. He wanted an up close visual of her puss. There was no hiding it.
"Rather compromising isn't it?" She hisses tossing her coat over her front. Neither side covered her. There was no masking her loveliness.
"Alright! As pervy as this might sound...very nice. Here let me help you up."
She blushed but accepted his gentle lift to her feet. Marjorie tried to smile but knew he was now looking at her cleavage. Eric made a sudden, decent move and pulled her coat closed.
"I know it can't be helped, but you do realize it's 95 degrees out already. Fucking Miami, what can ya do?"
"I know but I can't wear anything more than this. My daughter's worse yet. You wouldn't by chance have any aloe?"
"I don't." He really did but wanted to offer her help in other ways. "Can you even drive anywhere? I know you're not walking to the store."
"I can barely keep my legs closed. Please don't make a crude comment. I am happily married. Even if it is nice to be noticed."
"Oh I've noticed you. Ever since you guys moved in to 8-1."
"8-A."