This story is my entry in Literotica's Nude Day contest. It includes a ménage à trois and a fantasy element that came to me in a dream. I hope you enjoy it.
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"I'm excited, aren't you?" June asked. She shifted in her seat and peeked at the program in her son's hand. "I haven't seen Rachel dance since Christmas. When was the last time you saw her?"
Chad was curious, but he was as unexcited as Steve—his dad—who sat on the other side of June and watched people around them find their seats. As much as anything else, the show was a chance to get out of the suits he wore to work every day and into more casual clothes—no tie, thank God, no tie.
He looked down at his sister's picture in the program, and the short biography beside it. "It's been a few years," he said. "I think I was a sophomore."
Rachel had been a thin girl with mousy hair and a dream of dancing but, since he went away to college, Chad saw his little sister just once or twice a year. That wasn't enough for him to keep track of the way she grew up. Now, the young woman who looked back at him from the program was almost a stranger. She had a poised smile, auburn hair pulled into a tight french twist, and a list of sponsors.
"Miss Sutherland completed home school at the age of fourteen," the biography said, "and she entered Jefferson Ballet II at the age of fifteen while attending Saint Anne College, where she earned a Bachelor of Arts with magna cum laude honors. This spring, Miss Sutherland became the newest member of Jefferson Ballet."
"I might be her embarrassing big brother," Chad said.
June laughed and then paused while the theater lights dimmed. "Don't be silly," she whispered. "Rachel was overjoyed just like we were when we told her that your new job put you in Houston. Now we can visit you both at the same time."
A woman's voice broke over the hum of the crowd to announce that photography wasn't allowed during the performance, and Chad settled back into his seat to watch. The theater grew quiet, and the curtain rose on six half-naked men lit from above on an otherwise dark stage. They were joined by six women, and Chad felt like he was seeing Rachel for the first time. He was not ready for what he saw.
Chad's nerdy little sister was long, lithe, and muscular. She danced with grace and energy, and sometimes with violence that seemed barely under control. June squeaked and gasped. She dried tears from her eyes, and Steve comforted her with his arm around her shoulder.
Rachel danced in a duet that closed the first act. Her costume revealed every line and curve of her lean body, and every rippling muscle. She moved with a sensuality that made Chad glance at his father and shift uncomfortably in his seat. The second act did no more to make him comfortable.
After the final ovation, Chad waited with his parents in a reception area attached to the lobby. They were with a small crowd of mostly friends and family who sipped at drinks and snacked on canapés. The dancers appeared, sometimes alone and sometimes in small groups. Steve nodded toward an older couple standing near the door. "Her necklace alone might be worth more than our house," he said. "They look out of place in this crowd."
Everyone else in the room was more casual, but before Chad could agree, his attention was pulled away by two girls at the door. They wore high heels and tight-fitting dresses that barely reached mid-thigh. They had their hair pulled up in buns, and dance bags slung over their shoulders. The blonde caught his eye when she ducked under the rope. Next it was that girl with the auburn hair. It was Rachel.
Chad found himself with a smile so wide that it hurt his face, but it didn't last. Rachel stopped to point to her mother then white-haired woman by the door caught Rachel's arm. The blonde nodded and then weaved through the crowd while Rachel turned to talk to the couple.
Steve got an air kiss and June welcomed the blonde with a hug. "We haven't seen you in so long!" June said, and stepped back. "You look wonderful."
"Thank you!" she said. "Can I clone you? I want to hear that opinion more often." She pointed back to Rachel. "The couple that Rae's talking to are the McMahons—two of her sponsors—so she needs to give them some face time."
June grabbed Chad's elbow and said, "I don't think you've met Rachel's brother. Chad, this is Penny Douglas. She's been Rachel's roommate ever since Rachel came here."
Chad watched Penny's every move and expression. She was long and lean like Rachel, but her eyes flashed blue. He was surprised at the interest in her expression when she turned those blue eyes on him. It made him wonder just what his little sister told her.
"So, you just moved here?" Penny asked. Chad touched her extended hand, and he held it a moment longer than necessary. Rather than pulling back, Penny seemed to lean toward him.
"I've only been here a week," Chad said. "I still use my GPS to get anywhere. Maybe you can show me around." It seemed like an awkward come-on that he immediately regretted.
Penny grinned, but whatever she was about to say was forgotten when Rachel stepped up behind her with the McMahon's in tow. Rachel stayed coolly formal while she introduced her parents and her sponsors, and then she bit her lower lip while they talked.
"We're so happy that you agreed to sponsor Rachel," Steve said. "It helps her so much."
Mrs. McMahon laughed. She dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand, and the light from the chandelier glinted from her bracelet. "Hon, that's our civic duty," she said. "Your daughter is going to be a star, and we need her to stay here and be
our
star—not New York's, or San Francisco's, or Boston's. We want her here."
Chad turned away from the conversation, and Penny turned with him. "Do your folks come to these things, too?" he asked.
"I don't have much family," Penny said. "Rae has been like family for the last few years, and your mom and dad have been really good to me. It's just weird that you and I never met."
Rachel waited until the McMahons were gone, and then got Penny's attention. They grinned at each other, threw their hands in the air and bumped their hips. "Ka-ching!" they said, imitating the sound of a old cash register, and other dancers in the room laughed. Chad didn't know what they were doing, but it was fun to watch.
Rachel put her hand over her mouth to smother a laugh. She hugged June and then Steve while she explained. "They teach us to take our sponsor's money graciously, but to never believe what they say about us. That little show is our way of reminding each other that it's about the money."
Rachel turned on Chad with a twinkle in her eye and an odd smile on her lips. She watched Chad's face and asked, "What did you think of my duet at the end of the first act? Hot, or not?"
It seemed like an odd question, and Chad didn't want to admit to his reaction. He hesitated and glanced at his dad, and his body language told Rachel what she needed to know. She snatched Penny's arm, and Penny lurched forward on her high heels. She straightened up facing Chad, and Rachel grinned over Penny's shoulder. "When I dance that, I'm totally channeling Penny."
