The Long Hot Summer
A Family's Relief Is On The Way...
Author's note:
I'm dusting off and finishing some of my unpublished backlog. This is my entry for the 2024 Summer Lovin' contest and is a light look at fantasy and storytelling providing a counter to ennui and boredom, with no great social import. Enjoy...
*~*~*~*~*
[Thursday]
"This is going to be one long fucking summer."
Steve was standing at the kitchen sink, looking out the window to the pool.
"Why?" his twin brother Charlie asked as he rummaged in the fridge for something to drink. "You're working in air conditioning, you've got your nights open and no romantic entanglements to slow you down. Looks perfect from here."
"I'm driving limo for McPherson, I'm not making enough to spend it on a nightlife, and the lack of entanglements means a lack of nookie, too," Steve explained. "And then there's
her
..." He nodded out the window.
"Yeah, well... so she finally loosened up after she got rid of the asshole," Charlie answered. "She can finally afford to take some me-time and do what she wants. You can't really blame her."
"I'm not blaming her," Steve turned to his brother. "I'm frustrated." The front of his gym trunks were obviously tenting. "And she's not making it any easier."
Charlie looked at his brother's groin and sighed. "Yeah, well... there is that..." He, too, was obviously bulging. "It'd be a lot easier if she'd sunbathe with some clothes on."
"It'd be easier if she wasn't related to us," Steve came back.
"Okay, so we've got a hot mother," Charlie told him. "You and I have been dealing with it since we were born. We can deal with it a little longer. One more year, we're outta college and off doing whatever. You're just going to have to keep wanking it until school starts and your hookup prospects improve. And have you got any idea where all the Pepsi is?"
It was Steve's turn to sigh and move away from the sink.
"Out in the garage. I forgot to bring in a case when Mom asked me to... I'll go get it, but you're gonna have to do something else for now." He headed in the direction of the service door to the garage.
"Great... Mike's and fruit juices." Charlie pulled out a Hard Lemonade. "Who's doing dinner tonight?"
"I am," Steve told him. "I thought I'd just grill some chicken."
"Sounds good. I'll be in my room if you want me."
"Blow a load for me," Steve kidded him as Charlie headed off.
"When I'm done purging my body of all the evil thoughts currently overwhelming it!" he called back as he went up the stairs.
Yeah, all those wonderful, hedonistic, incestuous thoughts that are driving both of us crazy,
Steve thought as he went to get the case.
She does make for some good wanking, though...
* * * * *
"You've outdone yourself, Steve," Maya was telling him at dinner. "I presume this is some kind of Marsala recipe?"
"Yeah, it's one I got from Greg's girlfriend at school," he told her. "The parmesan smashed potatoes is yours, though."
"I don't mind sharing," she smiled and Steve felt stirrings down below. He was pretty sure Charlie was having the same problem.
When told dinner was imminent, she'd thrown on a sheer wrap and walked gracefully past Steve at the grill, and Charlie coming out the door with the potatoes. She'd come back down in a short dress with major plunge front and back, showing off her natural beauty. The guys weren't
certain
she was showing off, but it had the same net effect.
Maya had lived a fairly hard life. She'd gotten knocked up and married at sixteen, and had Julie, the boys' older sister when she was barely seventeen. Then she'd had the boys at nineteen and was widowed by a drunk driver when she was twenty-one. Her parents had disowned her when she got pregnant the first time and her husband Fred's parents weren't in any position to take them in. They'd help when they could, but basically Maya had struggled to raise her kids.
She did, though, even through several big mistakes along the way. She'd gotten ripped off by some of the men she was dating, until she finally hooked up with John. She was head over heels for him and they got married... and then she found out what an asshole he was.
He had money and he used it to control her and her kids. He handled all the finances and gave her an allowance, insisting she stay home and be the doting housewife, rather than working. Initially it had been fine. It gave Maya the room she needed to be involved in raising her children. She didn't mind being domestic, or being kinky when he wanted her to be, as long as her family was safe. It was when Julie hit puberty that problems started cropping up.
By the time Julie was fourteen, she'd developed the natural beauty of her mother... cute, busty, athletic. And John was perving on her. There was a bunch of not so subtle arguments behind closed doors about it, and all three kids knew something was going on. By the time Julie was sixteen, John was getting 'handsy' with her and she was having a hard time avoiding him. All along he'd been trying to buy the kids' loyalty... it was pretty clear he wasn't going after affection. But when she was just shy of seventeen, he got drunk and tried to rape her.
He didn't manage to penetrate her pussy before Maya heard the commotion and broke in on them, but he was close. He stumbled out into the night while Maya was trying to comfort her daughter, and by the time he returned the next morning, seeming sober and contrite, Maya's cold fury had settled on a course of action. She'd made sure John was never alone with Julie, hired a lawyer and started getting ready for a divorce. She used subtle threats of exposing him to get him to set up trust funds for the kids and give her equal access to the checking account.
Soon after Julie hit eighteen and graduated high school, she headed for college as far from her stepfather as she could get. Maya made sure he was paying for it. With Julie gone, things calmed down a little, but John kept going out to 'get his needs met' -- probably because Maya wasn't sleeping with him. She refused to have anything to do with him physically since the attempted rape.
On the other hand, she turned a blind eye to his nightly soirées... as long as the money kept coming in. After the boys hit eighteen and graduated high school, John moved in with his secretary and hot on the heels of that move, Maya filed for divorce, going for most of the marital assets.
Whereas John had been bedding anything in a skirt, Maya had stayed celibate. It paid off during the divorce. It took three years of wrangling while John tried to hide his assets, but Maya had kept shrewd track of their finances and was able to counter his moves. Finally, this last year, the divorce had been final and she'd gotten most of what she wanted... the house, one of the cars, most of the liquid assets and a payoff for her part of his retirement accounts.
She made sure John was still paying the boys' college expenses and that all three kids would get their trusts when they hit twenty-five. With the divorce over and the finances secure, she'd finally decided she could let her hair down and relax. She was proud of Julie and the boys, and the successes they were making of their lives. And she was bound and determined not to let her hormones walk her into another mistake. She had no room for another man in her life.
Somehow, she missed the fact that her 'boys' were 'men'. Maybe.
"What do you guys think it would take to get the spa up and running?" she asked as they ate. The 'spa' was the eight person jacuzzi that had been shut down and covered over for the last five years.
"A thorough cleaning and probably the pumps taken apart and lubed and checked," Steve told her. "Why?"
"Well, the pool is nice for cooling off and relaxing," she told them. "But my Inner Hedonist is really wanting to luxuriate in the hot water while the jets pound away the muscle soreness. A long soak in a hot bath is nice, but it isn't the same. A quiet night under the stars, sipping a glass of mulled wine..."
"Are you reading those trashy romance novels again, Mom?" Charlie teased her.
"Steamy, not trashy," she corrected him. "And so what if I am? A woman is allowed her fantasies."
"Far be it from us to disagree," Steve told her. "After all the crap you've put up with, whatever floats your boat, you know?"
"Thank you. It's good to know I have your approval," she told him, a bit sarcastically. "Now, if I could get your cooperation and you two could get the spa working, I'd be set."
"I think we just volunteered," Charlie told Steve.
"I think you're right," Steve agreed. "How soon do you want it up, Mom?"
"
Oh, every night...
" she mumbled, then told the guys, "whenever you can. I know you're working, Steve. Maybe you could get started on it, Charlie, and your brother could help you as he could."
"Yes, ma'am," Charlie tipped an imaginary cap to his mother. "I'll look at it in the morning."
"Excellent," Maya smiled. "Now, what's for dessert?"
* * * * *
[Friday]
"You know Mom masturbates, right?"
Steve had gotten home from work and changed into trunks and a tee. Now he was sitting with Charlie, who had the spa's manual open and was inspecting its inner workings. And listening to Charlie ask him the strangest question. Except, it wasn't all that strange and he knew the answer... which was Yes.
"Yeah, it's how she keeps her sanity," Steve told him. "So what?"
"So I've got something to show you when I'm done putting together my supplies list. I'm going to have to make a run to Osmond's for cleaning stuff. But I want to show you before I go."
"Does that mean I've got dinner again?" Steve asked, thinking he knew the answer.
"If you can," Charlie told him. "I'd just be opening cans of stuff and throwing it all together. At least with you, it looks like a meal."
"Yeah, I can..." Steve agreed in resignation. "Come find me when you're ready to show me whatever you want to show me. I'll be in the kitchen." With that, he got up and walked into the house, leaving Charlie to his spa deconstruction. He was making the glaze for the pork chops when Charlie came in.
"Mom won't be home from work for another hour," Charlie told Steve as he entered the kitchen. "As soon as you can take a break, I want you to come to Mom's room with me." Steve gave him a quizzical look, but turned his attention back to making the glaze. When done, he washed up and went with Charlie.
The house, which Maya had gotten in the divorce, was a three bedroom ranch situated on a wooded acre, with a three car garage and a back deck overlooking the in-ground pool. Her bedroom was on the right side, behind the garage and with its own porch and en suite. The guys' bedrooms were on the other side with the kitchen, breakfast nook, dining room and Great room in between.
Regardless, Maya made no secret of her solo sex life and her moaning could be heard across the house. She kept her bedroom frilly and feminine and the brothers usually left her to her privacy. So it was a little strange that Charlie was leading Steve to their mom's room.
"My Wi-Fi was crapping out on me, so I went to borrow Mom's laptop to finish filling out the scholarship paperwork," Charlie explained as he went over to Maya's computer and opened it. "And I thought you should see what I saw when I opened it up... she's not real careful about closing her browser windows."
Steve looked at the page of text on the screen. "It's a bunch of words," he commented. "So?"
"So the words are a story somebody posted to an erotic story site. Mom's reading porn. But that's not what caught my attention. Check out the story."
Steve took a closer look and realized it was about incest between a mother and her sons. He took a breath and let it out.
