"It's not stalking if we just end up at the same coffee shop every day." I say defensively.
Joannie looks at me through the last treads of steam rising from her paper cup.
"The look I catch on your face when you see her says, ... STALKING,' she teases, "why don't you just go introduce yourself?"
"Come with me."
"What, and vouch for you?" she laughs.
"Um, yeah ... Hi there," she continues, "excuse me, can I introduce you to Randy?"
"My friends all say he's a great fuck, you should go out with him."
"How would you know?" again, defensively.
"Girls talk ya know." she snorts.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, you're a fucking horn dog and all you want from a woman is her pussy!" she says.
"You've fucked practically every friend I've ever introduced you to."
"Just the women."
"Fuck you ... you're an idiot." She turns away.
"If you weren't my brother, I wouldn't even be sitting here talking to you."
"If I weren't your brother, I would have fucked you by now."
"Hmmm," she says, sort of thoughtfully, "... yeahhh."
It's weird how conversations go on and on, sometimes repeating themselves but you don't really listen to yourself, let alone the other person.
My gaze went from the target at the counter to my sister, back to the counter and then a flush hit me right in the gut as my eyes traced back to my sister and I saw her in a way I never thought would even begin to penetrate my brain.
"No way!" I said it out loud.
"What." Joannie said flatly, not a question.
"Nothing," I look away, "just thinking."
Holy shit, was I thinking ... but what was I thinking? Stop that shit right now ... jeezes.
I couldn't resist, so I looked again ... I looked at my sister. A flush of heat coursed through my body that I don't think I've ever felt before. I quickly turned my head away again ... and down.
"You're blushing," she was incredulous, "this girl has you that hot?"
Yeah, this girl. I let my mind skim that thought.
I can't believe it ... but that thought was in there.
"C'mon, drop me off at Moms." she says, standing and draining the last from her cup.
Driving and thinking about my sister. My big sister ... hmmm, my sister.
Now, my sister Joannie, is 24, got married in college and was thankfully divorced from the asshole already. She had a Degree in Bio-some shit and was a researcher, who for some reason had most of the summer off. She seemed to make a lot of money and was by anyone's account ... a drop-dead hottie. I mean this woman was a blonde, girl next door, curvaceous piece of ass and I would knock the teeth out of anyone who described her that way ...
... since I'm her little brother ... you know ... family ... and ... protective.
Oh, fuck me, what is going on here?
Thankfully, the drive to Mom's was short.
"Come say Hi to Mom before you run." Joannie coaxed.
We go into the house, Joannie calling out for Mom, without a response as we continue through the great room to find her out back at the side of the pool in a lounge chair; having an orange juice, reading a book and enjoying the warm morning sun.
"Hi Mom." me, cheerily.
She looks up from her book.
"Hi, my Sweeties." she always smiles. "What are you two up to?"
"Randy's going to work and you're taking me shopping and to lunch, remember? Joanne teases.
"Ah yes, I'm taking you shopping," Mom quips, "but it's not even Nine O'clock yet, Dear."
"I know. I thought I'd spend the morning getting some sun with you." Joannie says. "I figured you might be out here already. Randy and I just had a coffee."
I'm standing by the pool, ready to say my goodbyes, when I stop and look at my Mother. She is in a one-piece bathing suit, low cut front and high cut up her thighs and my mouth just drops. I have honestly never had a sexual thought about my mother before in my life. She was elegant, stylish, classy and all of that ... but sexy? Joannie's odd "Hmmm" from the coffee shop ran through my head.
First my Sister and now my Mother? What the fuck?
I looked. I did, I looked.
My Mom has the same body as Joannie, just 22 years older ... so that makes her, what ... 44 years old. I just had my first sexual curiosity about an older woman and it's my fucking mother?
I kept looking. Thankfully I has sunglasses on because I was totally scoping out my own mother, wondering what it would be like to fuck her. She had great tits, I mean nice, big, full tits ... I'm thinking a cup larger than Joannie's and the "V" between her legs made me realize that she either had very little hair on her pussy ... or she shaves.
OMG. I am picturing my mother, in the shower, one leg up on the little teak bench in the corner and I can visualize her attention to detail as she is running the blade over her flesh; careful not to cut or scrape her tender skin.
I can see the plastic razor as she moves it down one of her outer pussy lips, then her fingers gently push her vulva to the side as she is delicately moving. It makes her clit throb just a bit from the sensuality of just touching herself.
She pulls her dangling pussy lips to one side and gently runs the newly wetted razor from the hair at the edge of her ...
"Randy? ... HEY! ... Randy!," my sister, "what are you doin'?"
"Oh ... nothing." I stammer, "just ... spacing out ... thinkin'."
"You look like a tard," Joannie shakes her head, "close your mouth."
I am a tard .. I am ... I'm retarded ... full re-tard. My god, what is wrong with my brain today?
"I gotta get to work," I say, "... see you two ... err ... I'll catch up with you later."
"Bye Honey." Mom. Smiling
"See 'ya, tard" Joannie snickers.
I was so glad it was a busy workday just to take my mind off my new-found perversion; make that perversions ... well, maybe only one ... unless I start wanting to fuck my sister and my mom at the same time ... oh, for god's sake, you are just plain losing it.
My job entails learning the family business from my deceased father's best friend and CEO of the family company, Jeff Smaldon. I was being groomed with the plan that I would take over in 8 years when I was 30, sending Mr. Smaldon off into the sunset with a $10 million-dollar bonus and he was doing a good job of insuring my success as well as his retirement.
I drove to our newest project and as usual, the guys had everything under control, so I drove to my office where I was scheduled to take care of some documents that our lawyers had prepared for us and to attend my morning meeting with Mr. Smaldon.
As I stepped out of my car, I heard a high-pitched whining noise and then a decidedly even higher pitched yip which I immediately identified as a puppy ... no, it sounded like several puppies. I walked to the bushes in front of my car and looked down at a piercingly loud cardboard box, sealed with tape on the top.
"Oh, fuck no." I said, "What kind of an asshole ..."
I pulled out my knife, flicked it open and carefully cut the tape at the top of the box just in case there was a torrent of puppies ready to spill out. No sooner did I get 4 or 5 inches cut when two floppy ears, a wet nose and a pink tongue, all attached to a very happy face with huge brown eyes poke it's way out of the opening.
"Oh, brother." was all I could muster.
I entered our building, puppy box in tow, attracting all sorts of attention and was relieved when several of the women in the administration area came running at the sound of distressed puppies.
"Anybody want a puppy ... or some time off today to take care of these poor little guys ... or girls?" I asked.
I shouldn't have asked that, because I could have shut down the whole company for a day with all the volunteers that said 'yes' at the same time.
That small problem off my hands, I went to the third floor for my meeting with my boss. As I walked toward his office, I passed his receptionist, Vic ... Vicky, Victoria ... whatever. I called her Vic and as I smiled and said hello, she returned my greeting with a big, overly white, toothy smile and sparkly eyes.
"Good Morning, Mr. Raynes." she says enthusiastically. "Puppies, huh?"
"Hi Vic ... hey" I said curiously, "how the heck did you hear about that so fast? I just got on the eleva - ..."
"Cute travels, Sir. She said cheerily, Mr. Smaldon is ready for you."
She kinda bugged me for some reason but she is the face of the boss and very good at her job. Very smart girl, and very easy on the eyes, which made me realize that I'd never thought about fucking her. That struck me as funny but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I always separated business and personal life, even on the golf course; some rounds were for fun with by buddies and some were just business with clients and I never mixed the two groups.
The puppy thing made me stop, back up about four paces and place myself in front of Vic's desk.
She just looked up at me, smiling.
I gave her a once over that, in this day and age, could probably end me up in court but I was curious.
"You're married to an animal Doctor ... a vet, aren't you?
"Yeah, he's a vet," she replied, "but ... "
She held up her ring-less left hand.
"Unfortunately, no," she said with a fake sigh, "but he'll figure it out soon enough, I'm sure."