Chapter 14: Pool Party

Kira yawned, unable to ignore the sun streaming through her window any longer. Sundays were the best day of the week as her mother insisted she spent Saturdays completing her school assignments. Sunday was for her to do with what she wanted, and today she planned to do absolutely nothing. Motes flitted across the gentle beam warming her quilt, giving the room a warm honey glow.

Her cell phone chirped from her bedside table. Kira groaned, hoping to catch a few moments basking in that luxurious feeling of a perfectly heated bed. Goosebumps rose from her arm as she stretched from beneath the haven that was her covers and reached for the device. Her friends had slowly started texting less and less from Japan and now she expected it to be her mother telling her to get up and do something productive with herself. Squinting her eyes through the sleep haze, she peered at the illuminated display and was surprised that she didn’t recognize the number.

“Come over. Bring Miku & bathing suits. Pool day/discuss tomorrow. -D.T.”

Kira’s heart lept bringing her instantly awake. Unbidden, a delighted smile stole across her face. It was her first crush, her first love and her heart loved only the way one unsullied by life could. She added Mr. Tucker’s number to her contacts before replying, “Be over soon. Thank you.”

The teen stretched lazily, toes curling in the sheets as she imagined the day in the sun. She would get to tease Mr. Dan and wear next to nothing while getting sun. She sat bolt upright and looked at her phone. She had glossed over, “Brink Miku.” and realized the day just got far more boring with her little sister tagging along.

Gone were the possibilities of an afternoon filled with photos and Mr. Dan’s big hands all over her body. She would have to wear the horrible suit otherwise her sister would eventually confess their activities to their mother. Miku wouldn’t want to, but she always ended up caving to their parents if they did anything wrong.

She slowly eased the covers down her body. A shiver reached down her back as the cool morning air kissed her skin and removed the last of the nights warmth from her. Kira halfheartedly starting tossing items into her her black gym bag. She heard her father down the hall banging on Miku’s door, Miku get up. The neighbor has invited us over for the afternoon.

Kira groaned to herself. Not only would her little sister tag along, but her whole family. She couldn’t understand why Mr. Dan wouldn’t invite just her. Why would he ask her to bring “those” swimsuits if her family was going to be there as well. They both knew her family wouldn’t understand what they had together. Maybe he’s feeling guilty and trying to distance himself from me. Did I do something wrong?

Her father knocked on her door next with the same message and she replied she was already up and getting ready. It took the family a good hour to get everything together and Kira was surprised when her parents met them outside dressed up like they were attending a formal dinner.

Are we not going over for a casual lunch? Should we change? Kira questioned her parents. Kira and Miku both wore shorts and flowing tops over their bathing suits as they planned to make full use of the pool while the adults talked. Miku looked like she was about to protest changing but a sharp word from her father stopped her.

No. Your mother and I will be representing our family, you are free to use the pool. Mr. Tucker was quite insistent that it was simply a casual meet and greet but he has connections and I want him to see your mother and I as respectable. He gave both the girls a stern look. You will both be on your best behavior and respect our host.

Both girls nodded their assent and they piled into the family SUV. Kira thought it was ridiculous, but her father stated that Americans drove everywhere and Mr. Tucker would expect them to show up in that manner. The trip was quiet, as most family outings had been since they came to America. She could see her fathers lips move in the rear view mirror as he practiced what he would say in English. He was obsessed with speaking with no accent.

A short time later they were standing in the doorway knocking which was met with loud barks as Chunk, the giant white dog alerted Dan to their presence. Mr. Tucker struggled to pull the big dog back from the door and greeted the family. He was very casually dressed in a pair of board shorts with a tropical floral pattern and a loose Hawaiian shirt.

“Nice to see you guys!” he said as he struggled to hold back the massive dog who was doing his absolute best to lick the guests. Finally getting Chunk back behind him he paused confused, “Did I forget to mention casual clothes? I really didn’t prepare anything too fancy...”

The awkwardness was palpable as her parents went from being proud to slightly embarrassed realizing that he had truly meant casual. The only one unperturbed was Chunk as he struggled against Mr. Tucker’s legs to get the attention he felt he deserved. Kira’s father started to stammer some excuse but Mr. Tucker recovered quickly and ushered the family inside.

“It’s all fine, better up than down I suppose,” he said as he led them inside. The big Pyrenees bounced on his front paws in front of Miku, demanding attention and didn’t stop until she reached over and tentatively started petting him. Dogs had always frightened her a bit and this one had to weigh more than she did. Kira watched her sister apprehensively petting the small mountain of fur who immediately calmed and licked the petite teenagers face.

A huge platter piled high with crackers, cheese, meats and various fruits sat on the kitchen table The smell of roasting meat wafted in on the morning breeze from the back porch in through the open kitchen door. A small trickle of smoke could be seen lazily curling out from the grill and reaching for the sky above. The sight of the food and the smell of the grill cause Kira’s stomach to growl loudly enough that everyone stopped and looked at her. Mr. Tucker simply laughed but Kira’s face burned with shame as her mother gave her infamous disapproving stare.

The family made polite conversation as they politely took tiny portions from the loaded snack board. Miku was the only one who loaded her plate full, having the appetite of youth and the metabolism that knew no limits. Kira only nibbled at the food, despite her protesting gut, trying to covertly make eye contact with Mr. Tucker.

He briefly caught her eye when her father was animatedly telling a story and winked at her. Butterflies filled her stomach, he wasn’t ignoring her! She just wished she could have the afternoon alone with him and he would whisper how amazing and special she was while folding her in those big arms. She would have given anything to please him.

Once he deemed the grilling complete, Dan loaded their plates for them. He waved away protests of too much food and made sure everyone had more than they could eat. Throughout the lunch, they all chatted pleasantly until Taki’s work phone buzzed repeatedly. He silenced the ringer the fist time, but after the third call he excused himself and walked to the side of the porch to answer. All eyes were on him and the conversation ground to a halt. Her father grew animated and louder as the call went on, almost breaking into an excited dance. It must be good news indeed as her father always tried to maintain a dignified air around everyone, even his own family for the most part.

Kira was curious, not much had caused her father this much excitement in months. He came back to the table and excitedly addressed the group, “Mr. Tucker I am very sorry, but my supervisor just called and told me there was a formal luncheon that he had to drop out of and I need to take his place. I appreciate your hospitality, but it was specifically requested that Fumi accompany me so we need to drop our girls at home and depart very quickly.” He bowed to Mr. Tucker and started pulling Fumi up.

“Now hold up there cowboy,” Mr. Tucker drawled, “I understand and no hard feelings but surely you l don’t all have to go. It’s a beautiful day, no need for your girls to waste it cooped up in the house. Kira here walks over pretty much every morning, I’m sure they can make it back after getting a little fun in on this blessed Sunday.”

Kira and Miku’s eyes both swung to their mother. She was usually the one who stopped anything fun from happening. Fumi looked at the girls silently begging to stay and was surprised that Miku didn’t look all too excited by the prospect. Miku usually love the pool almost as she loved to beg and pout. Fumi opened her mouth to politely protest but Taki placed his hand on her shoulder, silencing her.

“Yes. I am sure that is fine. They will help you clean up as well as you were so kind to feed us.” Kira was surprised as her mother looked about to argue with her father in public, but a quick look from her father stopped that quickly. Fumi, giving in, lowered her head and nodded meekly to Mr. Tucker.

Taki jerked to his feet again practically dragging Fumi up from her seat in haste and made a quick exit after thanking Mr. Tucker repeatedly. The girls mother dragged her heels, giving last minute instructions, threats and no nonsense rules regarding expected behavior. She finished letting the girls know they weren’t to bother Mr. Tucker too long and to be back home in an hour. Kira started to protest but her mother gave her “The Look”. In all her life, no argument had swayed her mother once that look had been given. Mr. Tucker seemed to be a little too easy going about the whole thing as her parents hustled out the front door and departed.

They sat at the table, Miku quietly finishing lunch in awkward silence as Dan sat, leaned back with his eyes closed evidently enjoying the sunlight. The only sound was Miku’s plastic fork scraping on the paper plate and the sound of Chunk’s massive tail thumping on the deck as he sat, poised to rescue any fallen chicken that Miku was too careless with. Kira sat, unsure of what she was supposed to say. She looked hopefully at Mr. Tucker but he just leaned back, eyes still closed apparently content with the silence.

Eventually Miku asked in a tentative voice, “Eto ... Mr. Tucker, would you like us to start cleaning up?”

He slowly leaned forward, front two legs of the chair softly hitting against the deck. A big smile appeared on his face as he regarded the two girls staring questioningly at his face.

“That’s a fine idea.” He stood motioning to Kira. “Honey, why don’t you clean up since you know where things go and Miku and I will head to the garage. I got some floaties and things for the pool that I’m pretty sure are in a box I may need a hand with.”

Kira looked at him puzzled, but got up and starting gathering dishes and trash from the table. Miku followed her example and started to gather plates but Mr. Tucker put his big hands on her shoulders and guided her through the glass doors to the house. She stiffened at the touch, but with his size versus hers, there wasn’t much she could do but obediently allow herself to be steered. She shivered as she realized one of his hands completely covered her shoulder.

“Don’t you worry about it. Your sister has it and I think I have some stuff you’ll want to see.” Mr. Tucker said over his shoulder as he led her to the attached garage.

She marveled at the size of the house as he led her down a hallway and opened the door. The garage was huge, and several cars were easily able to fit inside of it. Most of them were concealed by cloth covers, but a sporty looking car and an SUV sat nearest the door. Mr. Tucker ignored them and led Miku over to several shelves and a work bench with boxes labeled with precise lettering detailing their contents. A small laptop stood open with a work stool in front of it.

“Have a seat darling. I want to show you something.” The big man motioned towards the stool.

Miku regarded him suspiciously before hopping up on the stool. Her legs dangled far from the ground and she flinched as he gently gripped her shoulder and pivoted her to face the computer screen. Reaching over her, he pressed a key and a video popped up showing a top down view of his fence. Hand still lightly gripping her shoulder, he tapped the space bar and the video started.

The sound of crunching leaves and extremely soft conversation played over the small speakers. Miku’s heart lept up to her throat, recognizing herself sneaking up and peering through the hole in Mr. Tucker’s fence. She opened her mouth, excuses and lies all falling away helplessly before they could be formed. There was nothing she could say and she knew it. Her body began to tremble, there was no way he couldn’t feel it but he just stood behind her like a gravestone looming over an open pit.

“Watch.” He intoned, authority dripping from his voice. His other hand lightly moved up to rest on her other shoulder, effectively trapping her in place. She wouldn’t have been able to move regardless of his hands.

She knew what it was going to be. The security footage from the night she had stripped naked and masturbated while watching her sister and Mr. Tucker have sex was effectively her doom. He only let the video play for a few seconds before he reached forward again, skipping to Miku in obscene poses as she clearly exposed herself. He let her sit there and watch herself, listening to the muted sounds of his pairing with her older sister in the background. The slap slap slap sounds were punctuated by Miku having an obvious orgasm on screen. After his point was made, he reached forward and closed the laptop screen with a click that sounded reminiscent of a prison cell being shut.

His hand returned to her shoulder and he stood behind her, gently massaging the shaking teen. Her throat was dry and her whole body was close to losing control as he let the silence loom for a few moments. She felt torn between the instinctual desire to freeze and the need to vomit in terror. How could she have been so stupid! Somewhere deep down inside her another feeling grew, a fear of what the man was going to do to her. What did he want? What could she possibly have that he wanted, except ... Could he actually want her? He had her sister, what would he want with her boyish figure? Unbidden thoughts of him pinning her to the table and ribbing her swimsuit off floated up. Would he take her and ruin her for other men? Would she really hate it if the handsome older man actually wanted her that way? Her helplessness moved down and she could feel her pussy start producing lubricant to get her ready for the scenarios she was imagining.

Miku jumped slightly, the reverie interrupted, the basso of his voice from behind her as his hands slowly worked, “Now Miku I view this as an opportunity for us to have an understanding.” He paused again, seemingly searching for the right words.”I think you understand the situation this puts you in, and I have a request I think you’d be wise to consider.”

The stool slowly swung around as Mr. Tucker guided Miku. He dropped low so he was eye to eye with her, hands still gripping her shoulders, “Your sister is going to keep doing things for me that you probably don’t understand yet. Then again, maybe you do understand based on what I saw on the video. We’ll come back to that later. The point is, it makes her happy, but your parents wouldn’t understand.” He eyed her and got close enough that their noses almost touched, “I think we both agree, sometimes secrets are best kept between two people right? We can start with that one small understanding can’t we?”

Miku gulped, her body trembling and nodded. She could feel his hot breath, almost taste the mint he must have popped in after lunch wash across her. He wasn’t angry, afraid or threatening with her at all. The man simply demanded to be obeyed, and knew he would. He had authority, real authority that didn’t need to be explained to anyone. Mr. Tucker smiled at her and rocked back on his heels, removing one hand and holding it up to her, pinky extended. “This is an American tradition. A pinky promise means we both have to keep secrets. How about it?”

He held her gaze and Miku swallowed, trying to work the moisture back into her mouth. She nodded again and shakily lifted her small hand to entwine her pinky with his. He shook their hands up and down twice and a brilliant smile split across his tanned face.

“Excellent! Now let’s look for those pool toys so we can all have a good time this afternoon!”

His rapid change of demeanor from serious to cheery left Miku feeling shaky as he had her look through various boxes he handed her. In no time they had found a box with various rings, inflatable toys and water guns and carried it back to the porch where Kira was waiting for them, idly playing with her phone. The table had been swept clean and dishes neatly stacked away.