Prelude
Sandy strode into her parents' bedroom and sat herself down upon their bed, crossed her legs, and watched through the open bathroom doorway as her parents finished getting ready for their night out. At only 5'4 and 120lb, Sandy was rarely the tallest in the room, but she carried herself as if she was.
Inside the bathroom her father, Aaron, was already dressed. He was fussing over one of the straps on his wife Maryanne's dress as she tried to finish applying her mascara. Sandy heard her mother asking her father a question, before calling out to her daughter, "Your father ordered the pizzas for 7 o'clock. We might be late home; thought we might check out that new wine bar after the movie. So - don't wait up."
As Aaron came out of the bathroom he paused to adjust the crotch of his pants briefly, before startling seeing his daughter on his bed. He gave her an awkward smile, then crossed over and, leaning over the bed, gave her a warm hug and kiss on her forehead. "Love you, sweetie," he said softly. Sandy returned the smile and briefly hugged him back before he headed for the door. "Two minutes, hon," he called out to Maryanne as he left the room.
"Coming!" Maryanne replied, as she too left the bathroom and walked over to give Sandy a quick hug and kiss, before using her finger to wipe the lipstick off her daughter's cheek. Sandy's earlier smile for her father however was gone.
"What's this, like - three Friday's out in a row now, mom?" Sandy quizzed with a frown, turning the tables on her mother after the years of inquisitions she had herself been subjected to after she started showing an interest in boys. When she didn't get a reply, Sandy added "Do you really need to get that dressed up just for the movies and a wine bar?"
Maryanne was wearing a rather sexy black open-backed dress. As a 42 year old mom of twin teens, she was no longer the lithe young girl that Aaron had fallen in love with in their final year of high school, but she still cut a sexy, curvy figure, with her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. "Let's not do this again please, Sandy. I've been a mom to you and your brother for 18 years; I think I'm allowed to have a few nice evenings out with my husband now you're both - supposedly - adults?" she retorted, walking toward the door.
"And please, try not to fight with your brother while we're gone," Maryanne called over her shoulder, before heading out into the hall. Sandy remained on the bed, pouting.
Maryanne knocked on a door briefly, then popped her head inside. She yelled out "Steven!" to get her son's attention as he sat at his desk, staring at his dual PC screens, headphones over his ears. "We're going now. Pizzas are coming soon. Please, don't fight with your sister." Steven gave a brief nod without looking away from his game. Maryanne closed the door, and hurried off toward the garage where Aaron was waiting.
As her parents' car pulled away, Sandy opened the door to her twin brother's bedroom, entering without hesitation. Steven looked up as she walked straight over to his desk. "Well?" Sandy said after staring at him for a moment, her hands gesturing openly.
"Dad definitely ordered us pizzas before he left," replied Steven.
"So the screen sharing worked? You saw what he was doing on his computer? What else did he do?" Sandy asked her brother.
Steven drew a deep breath. "You do know they are our parents, right, and they probably deserve some privacy, yeah?"
"You saw something! What was it?" Sandy turned her gaze toward her brother's screens but saw only a battlefield.
Steven took another breath. "I watched him while he order the pizzas... he got you a margarita..."
"I don't care about the fucking pizzas, Stevie!" Sandy exclaimed in frustration. "I want to know what they're up to - all these Friday nights out. I want to know what they're not telling us."
Steven looked at his younger sister. He was the older brother - by 10 minutes. Even though it was only a few minutes, ever since they were little he had felt the role of big brother protector over his sister. She had always been more impulsive and impetuous, getting herself in trouble in school more than he ever did. Even after just a few months at college, the Dean already knew her name.
"Okay, look, I was busy killing people," Steven admitted, talking about his game, "but, when I looked up again, I saw him confirming a motel booking. He closed the window before I could get a snapshot, and yes - I checked - there was no history, so he must have done it in a private window. But, that doesn't mean they are doing anything wrong. Maybe they just, you know, want some privacy cos of their snooping, obsessive daughter."
A hand shot out and smacked Steven up the back of his head, half playfully, as Sandy pouted. "I'm not obsessive."
Her brother raised his eyebrows. "Says the girl who kept a diary of how many times our parents have gone out at night in the past 9 months. Not obsessive..."
"You admitted you were curious too!" she retorted.
Steven shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just glad mom and dad are happy. They haven't always been this - " he shrugged " - in love?"
"So, what was the name of the motel?" Sandy asked, trying not to sound obsessed.
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Thirty minutes later, inside a comfortably decorated room at the moderately priced Twin Oaks Motel, Maryanne and Aaron stood staring eagerly into each others eyes, as he slowly undressed his wife, carefully placing her clothes over the back of a chair. As Aaron pulled down his wife's panties, he inhaled her excited scent, staring at her wet, smooth pussy lips.
"I love how wet you get, now..."
One of their phones buzzed, and the couple looked expectantly toward the door.
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Chapter One
One Month Later...
Steven and his mother Maryanne were sitting at the dining table, facing each other. Steven had his phone out, scrolling and tapping, as his mother fidgeted, waiting. She glanced nervously toward the hallway.
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Sandy was in her bedroom, with Aaron standing in the doorway. He preferred not to venture too far into her clothing-strewn room. "C'mon hon, family meeting remember," he told her in his normal calm voice. Aaron was 5'11" and went for a run most mornings, so although middle age was catching up with him, sending his black hair salt and pepper, he was in reasonable shape.
Sandy rolled her eyes and dramatically stood up from her desk where she had been working on an essay. "Don't you think these family meetings are a bit old hat now, dad? It's not like we're 12 and you need to remind us to clean our rooms." As Sandy stalked past him, Aaron took a deep breath, adjusted his pants, and followed his daughter to the dining room.
As father and daughter joined the table, Maryanne asked Steven to put his phone away, then smiled at her husband as she felt his hand reach out under the table toward her. Taking it in hers, she turned back to look at their children. The twins were in many ways like chalk and cheese. Steven was tall like his father, whilst Sandy was barely 5'4". Her lithe body was matched by her modest chest that she did her best to hide under baggy clothes. Her fiery red hair often matched her temperament, whilst raven haired Steven took most things in his stride. Little wonder then, Maryanne thought, that Sandy was already glowering at her before she could even start the meeting, whilst Steven sat patiently, waiting.
Maryanne took a deep breath. "We called this meeting because your father and I have something important we need to talk to you both about." She felt Aaron squeeze her hand. The expression on Sandy's face changed only slightly as she listened, realizing this may not be about her messy room at all. Steven sat a little taller in his seat, giving her his full attention.
