Ch 19
This is the story of Stephen who can see peoples emotional state as a colour. Aunt Jane, Uncle John and the cousins are visiting and the families spend a day by the pool.
All character are over 18 years of age.
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After lunch, with the dishes clear, Charlie and I headed out to the pool area, Dad and John were sharing anecdotes of times passed each laughing and feeding off the other.
They headed towards the outdoor fridge, eyes set on a chilled beer. Swinging the door wide open, their faces fell -- the fridge held a meagre collection.
Turning to John, "Hmmm, that was an oversight, want to come with?"
John nodded and the two of them headed towards the door, another comment, then more laughter punctuated their steps as moved towards the car.
Mom looked up as we approached. "Charlie", she said, "Could you be a darling and apply a little sunscreen to the back of my legs?"
"Sure Aunt Lisa," Chalie replied, ducking back to get the sunscreen.
Charlie returned momentarily and stood not quite knowing how to begin since there was nothing to sit or kneel on and mom was in a quite low position.
"Just sit yourself on the end of my sun lounge, and don't be shy I can feel myself burning already", mom said.
Charlie took up position, seated effectively on moms feet, practically resting his balls on her soles and only a thin layer of material between them.
Charlie squirted an ample amount of sunscreen onto his palms. Meticulously applying sunscreen to Mom's calves, his hands working with a deft touch that looked more like a deep tissue massage. Mom's face showed a mix of relaxation and gratitude, as she welcomed the firm yet gentle grip that eased the tension in her tired muscles.
"That is so good Charlie, I haven't had a massage in months".
Buoyed by the encouragement, he proceeded with a deliberate and unhurried rhythm, his hands meticulously ascending the expanse of her leg. As his hands drew closer to her most sensitive spot, a soft expression of appreciation escaped her lips in a gentle coo. Reacting to the burgeoning comfort, she instinctively shifted her legs, affording him a broader access to her intricate terrain.
I decided to watch this delicate interplay from the safety of the pool spa. I entered the cool water and angled my position so that I had a good view while being mostly unobserved unless Charlie or mom rose from their positions.
A yellow mist enveloped around them, its presence fluctuating like the rhythmic ebb and flow of tides, steadily growing in intensity with each passing moment. I pushed it between them, guiding but not forcing the flow. I could see Charlie stiffening. His hand ran up her inner thigh brushing very close to mom's labia but stopping short. I could sense her frustration.