In part 2, we return to the siblings who like to clown around as their adopted characters, Bozo and Harley Quinn. These events take place fairly soon after their first taboo encounter in part 1. All comments are welcome. Thank you, and enjoy.
Characters: Sara (Harley) is Alan's (Bozo) sister. Dave is Sara's husband. Jason is Dave and Sara's son. Sandra is Sara's friend. Emma is Alan's on/off girlfriend.
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Rapping the brass door knocker again, Alan felt like a bit of an idiot as he waited on the doorstep. Seeing the yellow-red patterned shirt, and some uncomfortable boots with purple laces in a charity shop window, he knew they would be perfect for Bozo, and today's party. The green jeans were a nice replacement for his old clown pants, but it was only after, that Alan realized, they wouldn't be as easy to tear. He hadn't spoken to her since Jason's party over two weeks ago, and was starting to assume it was off. With three days to go until the party, he finally received her confirmation text and details of their second clown double act. He removed thoughts of Sara from his mind, on hearing a voice the other side of the door.
"Your brother is at the door!" barked Dave.
Alan heard a bit of back and forth between the husband and wife, before the door finally swung open. Harley stood before him, looking pretty much exactly like she did the last time; black leather boots, green baggy pants held with red suspenders, and faded dyed green hair, which was slowly returning to its natural blonde color. Still wet from the shower, it flowed down the back of her neck. Alan hoped she'd wear the pigtails again. The obvious difference, however, was the yellow tank top she now donned which revealed a large amount of flesh.
"Hey, Alan," she uttered through a mouthful of grapes. "Come in, come in. Let's get you painted up. Nice jeans by the way."
Alan headed straight for the kitchen, but Sara steered him right and up the stairs where she would work on him.
"No time! I've got to get you finished, Sara said.
"Well here, take my grapes at least," Alan said, handing her the red wine.
"Ah, you trying to get me drunk or something?" she joked.
An air of awkwardness descended as Dave poked his head around the banister, a justifiably suspicious expression on his face.
"Here, take this, Dave, and go pour us a couple of glasses," Sara said as she ushered her brother up the stairs.
She sat him down in front of the lighted make-up mirror and took up the little brush.
"What do you think of my effort?" she said, bending down in front of him.
She had painted the exact same style as last time; a pale foundation, red and blue diamonds over each eye, with an exaggerated red smile. Alan couldn't put his finger on it, but it looked slightly different than before. Although, it could well have been that her delicious hanging cleavage was distracting him.
"It's not as good, is it? My paint job?"
"It looks fine to me, Harley," he joked.
Sara let a reluctant smile stretch her lips.
Alan had lied to himself during the week. He told himself that last time was a mistake, that it was wrong, and that it wouldn't happen again. His new promise began to die as soon as he received his sister's confirmation text. Since then, he couldn't get Sara...Harley out of his head. Seeing her up close, in that tight, yellow tank top shattered any remaining semblance of restraint that he had. As she turned her brother into Bozo, he decided not to be so hard on himself. Even after having a kid, Sara was still a very attractive woman. Any red-blooded male would have no hesitation in banging her. And she was much too good for Dave, whose gut seemed to have gotten even bigger since last month, Alan reckoned. He hadn't followed through with those boxing sessions, clearly.
As the brush dragged across his face, Alan was more engaged than the last time. He enjoyed a fantastic view of her breasts as she moved around him to cover every angle. The white, laced bra did a miserable job of concealing her voluptuous tits; he could practically see right down her top to her bellybutton. He knew that unless he took his mind off her, the growing crease in his pants would soon become obvious. Surely, she must know the effect she's having on me, he mused.
"I'm using a cheaper brand this time," she said. "It's not very good. I only applied mine an hour ago, and my face is already starting to itch!"
"Well, as long as it lasts for our little show, then we can wash it off," Alan replied.
"Yeah, I guess, but it'd be nice if..."
"We'll figure something out," he said, squeezing her hand.
Sara turned around to mix some paint. Alan just about stopped himself from reaching out and placing a hand on her ass. He probably would have gotten away with it too. Maybe just a verbal warning.
"How long does it take to pour wine" Sara thought aloud.
"How are things with you guys, anyway?" Alan asked.
"Okay. Same as always."
"Except now he wears a Batman mask in the sack?"
"You dare say that sober?" she said, lightly punching his arm. "Ah, I think I'm beginning to see Bozo now."
"Good! Not sure how long more I can stay in this chair," Alan said, his precum coating his thigh.
"Just one more thing."
Sara excitedly pulled up a green, curly wig. Laughing, she leaned forward and fixed it on his head. Her breasts were so close, Alan could have stuck out his tongue and tasted them. In fact, he'd noticed that as he slowly became Bozo, Sara would rub up against him more and more. He didn't stir as she stood between his open legs.
"I'm surprised you didn't bring Emma. It was plus one, you know?" she said as she straightened his wig.
"I didn't know that," Alan replied.
"Oh, I thought I told you. I hope I didn't deprive you of female company tonight."
Alan sighed away the sexual tension as his sister peered down. He looked her dead in the eyes.
"You didn't," he said.
Sara's hand slithered from his chest down to his covered erection. Squeezing it, she said,
"It's good to see you, Bozo."
Alan pulled her onto his lap and brought his mouth to hers. His hands ran through her damp hair as their tongues collided. They continued kissing through the sound of pounding footsteps coming up the stairs. Dave appeared in his full Adam West Batman costume. A wine stain blotted the yellow crest. Sara didn't budge from her brother's lap, her arms hanging over his shoulders. Alan, meanwhile, felt a bit more uneasy, but left his hand on Sara's thigh.
"It didn't take you two long, did it?" Dave said, slurring his words.
"Did you drink that whole fucking bottle?" Sara asked.
"I did," he said. "What else is a man to do with the carry on in here. His wife...and her own..."
The siblings didn't say anything as Dave started down the stairs.
"Oh, and you might want to fix that before your father picks us up for the party," he said, pointing to his chin.
Alan and Sara looked in the mirror and saw the mess they had made to their painted-on smile.
"I told you. Shitty quality," she said. "Ok, this won't take long. No more playing, Bozo. I have to concentrate."
Alan pulled her down onto his crotch. He buried his nose in her scented hair as his hands cupped her breasts.
"But I'm still hard, Harley."
She pressed her palm onto the bulge and confirmed his statement.
"Later, Bozo. Later."
*****
Sure enough, Sara's father picked them up and drove them to Sandra's farm. Sara's elbow brushed Alan's chest as she tied up her pigtails. Inside the marquee, they were all checking their watches and waiting for the show to start. They were late, but the laughter and screams erupted as Alan and Sara danced across the room. Their second performance went down a storm. Jason wasn't shy in complementing his mom and uncle on their act, before heading off with grandpa. Soon only a few adults were left for their own little soiree. Sandra brought a glass of Prosecco over to her friend.
"That was fantastic. You two definitely made up for the lateness!"
Sara laughed awkwardly and sipped her drink. Although Sandra had the chest for it, bigger than hers even, she didn't think her friend's Wonder Woman outfit suited her red hair.
"Your clown face just about lasted," Sandra said as she wiped Sara's chin, and showed her the white smudge on her thumb.
"Your brother is a great mover. Most athletic! Is he here alone?" Sandra asked as she studied him across the room.
"I guess so," Sara said. "But what about Declan?...I mean...You're a married woman, Sandra."
"That's the beauty of business trips. Besides, if he can't be here for his own son's birthday, then tough! C'mon. Introduce me."
Sandra took Sara's arm and pulled her to where Alan and Dave were drinking. A few other adults danced to the 00's disco tunes that filled the marquee. Sandra clasped Alan's bicep as she stood beside him.
"Great dancing, Alan," she said. "You must be thirsty. Here, have a sip of this."
"I'm OK," Alan said, holding up his own bottle.
"I wouldn't mind some," Dave said, waving another empty bottle.
"You have your own wife for that," Sandra said, scowling.
It wasn't difficult for Alan to see Sara's annoyance behind the vanishing paint. She looked right through him before heading off to get her husband a drink. Sandra hung her arm around each of the men.
"Looks like you two heroes have Wonder Woman all to yourself."
"He's a villain, not a hero," Dave said, nudging closer to her. "But Batman is here little lady."
"Ah, villains interest me more. They're naughtier!" she said, pulling at Alan's green curls.
Sandra giggled when Dave pinched her ass.
"Are you just gonna stand there and let Batman touch me like that, Bozo?"
"Harley fucking Quinn is the one he wants," Dave said sourly.
Ignoring him, Sandra pulled Alan's hand towards her ass.
