She didn't know if anyone else heard her scream; David certainly did, her brother in law. There he stood, absolutely wide eyed, "Probably with a hard on," she thought fleetingly. But he certainly was paying attention.
It was a vacation; they went, she and her husband to his folk's place for a brief visit. Everything was very nice and pleasant. But today everyone but her her, her husband and his 15 year old brother David were gone. She'd taken a late shower and was just drying her blond hair, when the bathroom door opened. She put down the towel to say something to her husband, whom she thought had walked in on her, but then she saw David, her brother in law. He was seemingly rooted to the spot and had huge eyes as he took in her nakedness.
She was facing him at the time, with all of her front, tits, nipples straining from the effects of the rubbing and the shower itself, and fluffed but clipped pussy hair, hiding barely her pussy slit.
And she screamed! It was her first and most immediate reaction. David kind of grunted a 'sorry', a very quick one and he was gone.
Samantha calmed down pretty quickly, and wondered about just how that incident came about. Had her husband sent his young brother in to the bathroom knowing that she'd be naked for a, what? A joke? A turn on? An invitation for her to have sex with the younger brother.
"Well," she vowed, "I'll find out; that's for sure."
Later that evening, when everyone was kind of into their own business, she had a chance to talk with her husband about it.
"Do you know what happened to me today, when I'd just come out of the shower?" she asked him.
"No, what?" he answered innocently.
"David walked in on me," she replied.
"Hmmm," he said guardedly, "He did? How were you dressed?"
"Naked," she said grimly, still trying to see what was going on.
"How do you think that happened?" she continued.
"Hey, babe," he said to her, "Don't get so upset about it; it was a joke that's all. I sent him to get something. He came back somewhere between star struck and terrified; so, whatever you did, it put the fear of god into him."
"I don't appreciate it at all," she said coldly.
"Aw, come on," he wheedled, "Give the kid a break; you are the goddess as far as he is concerned."
It struck her then that what he was saying at least fit with the look on David's face, as he was standing and staring at her in the bathroom. The thought stuck in her mind, and she thought to herself that maybe, just maybe she could play the same kind of game and get back at both of the two ornery brothers.
She let it drop then but continued to think and, finally, plan for what she might do about this. The one element in the whole thing that her husband had not taken into account was that it was embarrassing to her, that she was victimized. David had gotten the show of his young life but she was left with nothing but humiliation.
The more that she thought about it, the more determined she was to do something about it. She was not a person who allowed the men in her life to get the last laugh on her.
They watched some TV that evening and, her husband snuggled her up close to him. David was there also. His mom was in and out of the room; his dad was off somewhere.
Her husband seemed to be unaware of the quick and covert glances that David was throwing at her, every now and then. She certainly was aware of them, and the intensity of them.
It was then that a kind of plan began to form in her mind. She thought about it, losing interest in the movie and even, for that time, of her husband's idle intentions to feel her up, while his brother was still in the room.
"Yes, that might do nicely," she thought to herself, and adding a bit of justification, she said to herself then: "It might give me a chance to do some things that were always fantasies sitting in the back of her mind.
Completely unaware, her husband played into her hands by telling her that he and his parents had something to do the next day. It involved getting some stuff ready for an up-coming event. They would have to go to a nearby town and do it, and it would probably take them the whole day.
She complained mildly only about it. And he seemed to be happy that she agreed to the plan. She'd stay with David and get some reading done that she wanted to do.
That night her husband was vigorous in his lovemaking. She didn't know if lingering thoughts about his sending David to check her out had anything to do with it or not. It certainly was constantly on her mind, however. All the while her husband was moving his hand and then his tongue around her body, she was thinking and planning. She wondered, if David was jerking off thinking about her and how she looked naked.
She realized, as she lay in the darkness, when the lovemaking was finished, that she was looking forward to her plan. She smiled into the darkness.
"He saw me naked," she thought into the darkness, "Now I'll begin to teach him his place."
She just barely suppressed a giggle at the thought. She idly wondered then, if David would come and say anything or apologize about it. He certainly had been avoiding her all evening. He had nothing to say to her about anything, even when she tried to draw him out and talk to him.
"I'll see tomorrow," was her last thought before sleep.
She found the next day that her plan was even more exciting that day than it was the day before, when she was thinking it up.
Early in the day her husband and his folks were gone. She decided to waste no time at all implementing her plan. She sought David out, and found him at his computer. He moved from the site he was watching immediately, when she knocked and entered the room.
She was sure that she'd caught him at some porn. She'd hold that knowledge for later.
"David," she began calmly, noticing right away his nervousness, "I want to ask you if you had anything to say to me about what happened yesterday?"
"Yesterday," he said vaguely.
She smiled a brief smile, knowing that he was going to play it dumb. She thought that this was, then the first opportunity to put her plan into action.
"David, don't you dare play dumb with me, now or every; you listen to what I'm saying and you'd better respond to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, uh, Samantha," he said.
"No," she shot back at him, "That had better be 'no, ma'am.' Do you get it?"
He looked at her with a mixture of terror and slavish devotion. She smiled inwardly at having guessed right about him, and having followed her husband's lead about David's devotion to her.
"Yes, uh, ma'am," he wheezed back at her, "I, uh, get it."
"Then?" she said sharply. Here she interrupted him before he began to say anything:
"Let's make one thing clear, if we're to be good friends, then you will at all times and every time be truthful to me; is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and it tumbled out more easily this time.
"Now yesterday," she said as though waiting patiently.
"Yesterday, uh, you know I thought that I was supposed to get something from the bathroom; I didn't know you were in there."
"And naked," she put in.
He reddened; that pleased her, and he repeated after her: "And naked." That pleased her even more.
She decided that she loved toying with him like this. Then she shifted gears:
"Did you like what you saw, David? Remember truthfulness or you and I are strangers from now on."
He was wide eyed at her question and the kind of promise that he thought it held. He hastened to answer:
"Oh, yes; you're way, way beyond gorgeous."
She didn't thank him; rather she just took it as her due.
"Now listen to me, David," she said in a deadly serious tone of voice, "If we go on with this from here, you abide by the rules. Is that clear?"
"Totally, ma'am," he said simply.
"You will never touch me except in ways that I will allow; clear?" she demanded.
"Clear, ma'am," he said to her.
"You will do whatever I tell you to do anytime we are together alone; clear?" she demanded next.
"Clear, ma'am," he answered.
"We are friend, when others are around, and can call each other by common names; but when we're alone, I am always 'ma'am'; is that clear?"
"Clear, ma'am," he answered.
She was sure that if she'd told him then to jump out of the window, out he'd go. She had, however, one more card to play to get this rolling for real.
"Okay then, David, I'm going to the bathroom for a shower; I'll be getting out of the shower in 20 minutes. The door will be unlocked. If you decide to come into the bathroom, while I'm drying myself, it will mean that you understand my rules and will abide by them. And don't you ever think that you'll get away with betraying me on this. You don't ever want to see me angry."
"No, ma'am," he said meekly, "I understand all of it."
"Fine," she said, "I'm going to shower now."
Samantha was just out of the shower and drying her hair, when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" she asked imperiously.
"It's, uh, me, David," he said from the door.
"Come in, boy; don't stand there outside the door."
He did come in and just stood and stared at her nakedness. She spoke up sharply:
"You certainly have this thing about standing and gawking at my nakedness. Don't you?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said in a caviling voice, "I'm sorry."
"Stop groveling," she spit at him. "Well, we've all seen me naked, now I get to see you naked; get those clothes off; Now!"
.... There is more of this story ...