Ray and I had taken a week off work and taken the kids home to Indiana. As usual, we stayed with his brother Alex and his three kids. We did all the usual activities; the zoo, the science museum, and swimming at the local pool. And of course, family game night; board games, card games, silly games, all are a staple in the Hunter household.
On the last day of our visit, I was walking down the stairs to cook dinner and I slipped, falling and hitting my back on the stairs. I called for Ray to help me up and he promptly decided that I should sit while he cooked dinner.
I sat in the recliner with a hot pad and took a Tylenol. I was flipping through the channels when Alex came home from work.
"Hey, Alex" Ray said, "Sara fell again and is in the living room. Why don't you take her a beer and check on her while I finish dinner."
"Hey klutzy" Alex said as he came into the room.
"Bite me", I replied, taking the beer. "How bad does it look?"
"Lean forward." I did, and he checked my back. "Yikes." Hop in the shower and I'll get up there to work on it as soon as we get the kids fed."
Alex once dated a masseuse, so while not an expert himself, he saved me a trip to the chiropractor. He had amazing hands and used them well on my body.
Though brothers, Alex and Ray couldn't be any more different. Adopted from different birth families, Alex was 6'4" and slender as a tree. Ray, on the other hand, was Native American, only 5'10" but built like a linebacker. I'd met Ray in the army, where we had served together. He'd been a tanker and I was an MP (military police). Ray was now a mechanical engineer and Alex was some sort of computer genius.
There had been unspoken sexual tension between Alex and I since he had come down to our house last Thanksgiving. I was having trouble with my hip, an old army injury acting up, and he'd worked on me. Boy did he work on me. By the end of the massage, my pussy was dripping. His hands, slick with lotion, ran over my back, sliding under my bra as his chest pushed against my ass. His hands sliding down my sides, down under my waistband. His fingers working my hip underneath my panties. Nothing further happened that day or that trip, but oh man, I had wicked dreams about him and often used the massage as a start when I was getting myself off.
I thought about that massage as I took a hot shower. I pinched my nipples and couldn't help but hope that Alex's hands would soon be on them. I got out of the shower and dried myself, slipping into some cute red boyshorts and a cami, and headed for Alex's room. He wasn't upstairs yet, so I laid back on the bed, sliding my hand down the front of my panties. Would this massage be the one that takes Alex and I to the next level?