More from Hank and Brosie.
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Sunday. Tomorrow.
Seemed as good a day as any for my funeral, even if it was part of a long weekend.
It wasn't two minutes after I found out about Marina's evil little scheme that I was in my room, talking to Brosie on my phone.
"She did what?" Brosie asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
"She invited us... all four of us... over to use the pool. Tomorrow afternoon," I repeated.
"Oh. I see," Brosie replied. "So that's her game, is it? She told me some friends were coming over tomorrow, and she might want to order some food. I told her that was fine, never dreaming she had this in mind. She knows I won't say 'no' now, even when she tells me who's really coming. She knows I'll be the good hostess, to save face. I'm going to have to have a long talk with her."
"So, um, what do I do?" I asked her. She had much more experience than I, dealing with her daughter. Her advice was crucial.
"Well, just be cool," she said, remarkably in control. "I'll tell you what you don't do. Don't forget where you are tomorrow. You've never been here before, as far as they know. Play dumb. Just be a guest, and for god's sake don't kiss me. Leave the rest to me."
Our call ended, and I laid back on my bed.
Leave the rest to her?
Certainly, sounded easy, but the reality was another matter entirely.
Obviously, Ambrosia knew her daughter better than I did. Marina was trying to sabotage our relationship, in the most subtle way possible. Despite her promise to keep her mouth shut, she had found a way to expose us without doing it herself.
I had to trust Brosie to handle it. She was pretty good at dealing with unexpected circumstances, if our recent past was any indication, and I knew she was not one to be trifled with. Marina was poking the bear with a stick, and the bear might bite back, in her own way.
I suppose the less I knew about the plan, the better. If I was to play dumb, then being clueless was going to make it easier. I decided to practice, and went back downstairs, where I found Mom, my sister and Marina still chatting. Marina caught my eye as I walked in, and a disappointed expression briefly crossed her face. I can only guess that she expected me to hide from her, or at least show some semblance of terror at her evil plan.
Prior to my conversation with Brosie, Marina probably would have won the day, but my lover's confidence was infectious, and very comforting. I gave her nothing to feed off of, and gave my Mother and sister nothing to suspect.
The first part was the key. Just like a schoolyard bully, Marina was trying to elicit a response with her tactics. She was hoping to either cause tension between her Mother and I, breaking us up, or to force us apart to keep things a secret. So, she was hoping for fear, anger, a mistake or embarrassment to achieve her goal. It was her way to win without breaking her promise, and the only way she could express her distaste for our relationship. If her word didn't mean so much to her, she could simply expose us, and let the shit hit the fan.
Marina was at our house for the balance of the day, and every time I saw her, she gave me this questioning look.
Why wasn't I upset? What did I know that she didn't?
Toward the end, I could actually see her beginning to look a little nervous herself.
The game was on for tomorrow.
May the best player win.
***
When we arrived at Brosie's house, I almost blew my cover. Dad was hesitant at the last turn, and I was just about to give him directions when I remembered I had never been here before.
Other than every spare moment spent in Ambrosia's bed since her return from vacation, that is.
So, I bit my tongue, as Dad turned the wrong way, and led us through the wrong neighbourhood, before finally using the GPS built into the car to find the correct address. About five minutes later than necessary, we pulled to a stop in front of the house.
I trailed the group to the front door. It just felt safer, having all those bodies between myself and danger, as I had no idea what might be waiting on the other side. We might be walking into a war zone. I had no indication from Brosie, as she had been decidedly silent this morning. That made me nervous. I needn't have been.
The door swung open as we approached, and Marina ushered us in, hugging my sister. She cackled happily, leading us through the house toward the back yard. As we passed through into the brilliant sunshine again, I saw Brosie sitting at the table, under the shade of the large umbrella, reading a book. She looked quite calm, but I knew she was just covering it well.
"Mom?" Marina smiled, stirring the pot. "Our guests are here."
Brosie tipped her sunglasses down, and looked our way. Her face showed pleasant surprise, as though she had no idea who would be visiting today. I made a mental note about her acting ability, and watched her jump to her feet to greet us.
I took in her attire. She was dressed very casually, as one might be when you weren't expecting company, or at least not company that meant anything to her. A navy-blue t-shirt covered her upper body like a second skin, stretched tight by the curves I knew so well. She was wearing a bra, so didn't jiggle as much as she might have. A pair of tan shorts clung to her butt. She looked delicious, but I had to remember to curb my appetite.
"Carol! Herb! So nice to see you!" she gasped, smiling wide. She opened her arms to hug my parents as a couple. I knew my Father would be enjoying the soft contact of her full chest, even if only getting half the benefit. "Sharon! About time you came over here. Marina has been spending more than enough time at your house," she said, moving on to my sister, and dispensing another hug. Finally, she turned to me.
Moment of truth time. How would she play it? Was now really the time to tell my family about us, or would it be better when everyone was drunk, later?
"Hank?" she giggled, stepping back, and opening her arms wide, for me alone. "How have you been? Thank you so much for helping me with my shopping that day in Santorini."
The hug that enveloped me was very familiar. I would never get tired of her huge breasts being squashed between us, intervening clothing or not. She even gave me a little peck on the cheek, but nothing that might give us away.
With that, the initial danger was past. I was sure it wasn't over with for the day, as Marina had brought us here for a reason, and undoubtedly had more in mind than merely putting us in close proximity to my parents. I'd have to be on my guard all day.
Still, my part in this was easier than Brosie's. I just had to keep my mouth shut, and my hands to myself, although the latter was difficult in the presence of her tactile-friendly body. She had to read and react to the many landmines Marina was scattering.
Speaking of Marina, she had taken a position on the other side of the pool, and was already cackling with my sister. I watched her for a moment, catching her casting a venomous glare at me, when my sister wasn't looking. She didn't even try to sugar-coat it, openly displaying her contempt for me, but only to me. I wondered what she might do.
I tried to put myself in her position. Not so much the 'some young guy is fucking my mother' part, as much as just her being upset, and hoping to expose us.
What would I do? If I had already given my word not to tell, but I was desperately unhappy with the situation, and wanted to force it out in the open...? What would I do?
Certainly, the most important people to keep the secret from would be my parents. They would have the greatest ability to break us up, because they have the most influence on me. From that vantage point, her bringing us all together was a good strategy, but she had to have more in mind than simply hoping we'd give ourselves away. That was the real question. Unfortunately, I didn't have the information necessary to formulate a guess. At this point, she knew her mother better than I did.
But... the parts of Ms. Ambrosia Castellanos that I did know, I knew very well, and those were enough for me to fall for her.
We were all lounging and talking about nothing in particular. Marina and my sister were sitting on the other side of the pool, chatting between themselves, and my parents were talking to Ambrosia, who, in apparent civility, was trying to include me in the chatter as much as possible. There was a radio playing in the background, and when a good song came on, Marina and Sharon would dance on the pool deck in their bathing suits.
I should mention that my sister is really a pretty girl. My friends have all voiced a desire to take a shot at her, if the opportunity arose, and even though I'm her brother, I admit she's pretty hot. Marina too. If she ever fills out the way her mother has, she's going to be spectacular, but none of it mattered to me.
There was only one Brosie, and I was head over heels in love with her.
So, being on the periphery of the conversation, I suppose it was natural that I be the first one to react when an eerily familiar drum beat signalled the start of a new song on the radio. I froze, and turned my eyes to Marina, whose head whipped around in my direction. By the time the horns joined in, I could see a little smile on Brosie's lips in the corner of my eye.
"Ah!" she laughed. "If you'll excuse me, I just love this song! I'll be back in a minute!"
With that, she stood, and cranked the volume way up. Sharon, not knowing the significance of the song was just bopping along to it, forcing Marina to do the same. Brosie took half a dozen steps toward them, then spun on her heels.
"You!" she smiled, pointing at me. "Come on, Hank! Come dance with us!"
I tried not to grin too widely, and not to seem too eager. After all, how many guys my age really want to dance with women old enough to be their mother?
Of course, how many have done so naked, to the same song?
I 'let' Brosie drag me over to where the dancing was happening, and much to Marina's chagrin, we all had fun, to the song that would forever be ours. I know I'd never hear 'Walking On Sunshine' without smiling, for the rest of my life.
While not quite as arousing as the last time we did this, there was no dancing with my luscious Greek goddess with noticing her spectacular body, and how it moved so enticingly to the music. Her boobs bounced, her hair swung, and her smile beamed happiness, all while Marina wished she'd never heard this damn song. Her mother was rubbing her face in it. If she wanted to play games, then she had to be prepared for us to play back.
