Episode 4: Bumpy Ride

Britney Foxx hadn’t slept a wink all night. After the nudged seduction of her father via her evil twin brother’s blackmail scheme, she realized something. She was a very talented seductress. She had her father believing her every story. At least she thought so until the very end when he fucked the holy hell out of her and left her lying on the living room floor without a care. His last words made her stare at the ceiling all night long. “Tell Jake to call you a slut.” Somehow the verse was magical.

Brother Lance got his morbid way and built a better slave for the next thirty-two days. Her skills at making bets and losing every time seemed more and more appealing. Of course, she didn’t mind losing and adored looking helpless when she herself was a player at heart. Let Lance think he was large and in charge. Now that he instigated the father daughter connection his scheme unraveled concerning the videos he had on her. To be honest she didn’t care one bit if he showed her off, but it was hilarious making little brother by three minutes feel superior. Even the hand job and blowjob he made her give him although gross in all reality was thrilling. At heart Brit was gently submissive, mostly manipulator. She and Lance had that last trait in common. Yep! Let him think he had her on the ropes. Unless those ropes were tied, she would always be the one to control her own destiny. She knew the ropes would come eventually. Bring them on!

As she stood vigil under a scalding shower to wake herself up Britney closed her eyes and smiled. Her reluctance to be so bold had faded in just one night. Her dad literally devoured her thoughts. Obeying her brother had filled that extra tiny void left over in what was missing in her life. While she preferred to make her own decisions this scheme Lance had concocted played right into her hands. By defying him on occasion he would put her out there more. His threat to play the videos for the coach at their school was exciting yet played off as please don’t I’ll do anything. Big dummy would buy it. Sooner or later the dark side of Lance would slap him down and she would laugh her ass off. For now, she had better things to think about.

“Oh, my God! I wish dad would walk right in here and fuck me in the shower.”

Of course, that was not going to happen. Her mother was at home for the first time in a week and a half, awake and having breakfast with him. She wondered if last night would be the only time that he would take her. She knew it was a distinct possibility yet also knew that Keith Foxx had a good time destroying his baby girl. Incest did not seem to bother him. Definitely not her. Well, with Lance maybe! Could be worse though, Lance wasn’t ugly, and he did have a nice size cock. Good in a pinch as long as she closed her eyes and pictured someone she would rather play with. The day Lance fucked her would put that notion to the test. So far, he had held off on that, her vocally telling him no helped. He would win in the end and she would most likely enjoy it. “Stop thinking about Lance! Geez!”

After ten minutes of battling her hormones and her thoughts on her brother’s treachery she ceased the stream of water and dried herself off. Wrapped only in her towel she moved from the restroom across the hall to her bedroom. As she opened the door, she heard rustling in her closet. No escape it seemed!

“Lance? What are you doing?”

“Dressing you for school.” He winked as he rifled through hangers of outfits.

“Don’t get me kicked out of school.”

“Don’t you want to make guys crazy?”

“I can do that on my own.” She growled playfully. “Quite well, I might add. Ego aside, I know they all want me.”

“True. But today and every day from here on we take it to a whole new level of crazy. No bra! No panties! Short skirts! Low cleavage! This and that.” He handed her a lavender shirt with a v neck cleavage. Followed by a stretchy white mini skirt. “Today. I’m going to call Styles and have him meet you during third period. His sister has one of those vibrating eggs and a remote control. When he gives it to you put it inside your pussy. He can use the remote on you during class.” Her eyes flared wide as her jaw dropped making him think she was terrified. HA! Bring it on!

“Sounds fun. I might scream in class. Then it won’t matter whether you play that video for the coach or anyone else.” She pointed out mischievously.

“Oh, Well! I can still sell copies and make out like a bandit.”

She patted his cheek with a sneer, “Speaking of which! I want a copy of dad and I. Last night was so freaking intense.”

“Yeah, I know. It blew my mind that dad really went that far. We should be worried about mom.”

“I know. Doesn’t it make you wonder why they rarely have sex.” Both of them stared into each other’s eyes at their revelation then shrug it off. That was their parent’s business.

Claiming the white skirt, Brit dropped her towel and wiggled into the skirt. Her damp flesh made it tedious. Before taking the shirt from Lance, she eyed it, then her reflection in a closet door mirror.

“These don’t match.” Moving into her closet Brit located another lavender blouse that didn’t have a V-neck. This blouse was rounded and slightly more revealing. She pulls it over her head and looks into the mirror to primp herself. The shirt had no sleeves. Its hem crept above her skirt by an inch. This magically revealed her belly button in a now you see it, now you don’t fantasy. Without a bra her nipples introduced themselves vividly.

“See? Much better.” She turned to face Lance.

“I can see your areolas.”

“Wow! He knows the technical term. Isn’t this what you wanted from me?”

“Well, yeah! Dress code violations. I’m curious to see if you can get away with it. I see how the teachers look at you. They want you as much as the students.”

“I’ll cover myself when I have to, when certain teachers are looking. When they aren’t I’ll let guys see.” Once dressed she picked out her shoes and accented herself with jewelry.

“Awesome! Wish I could be there.”

“You could meet me at lunch. Use that remote then. I’ll sit near the teachers. We can tease carefully.” She decided that she was liking this game.

“Cool! I won’t sit with you, just nearby. That way it doesn’t look weird.”

“We better grab breakfast and head out. The school bus will be here shortly.”

Lance carefully followed her out as she gave him the coast is clear motion. He then opened and shut his own bedroom door to make it look good. Trailing her out into the kitchen they ran into their mother. Brit carefully held her book bag up to her chest to avoid a good look. Rita Foxx merely smiled and moved by them doing her own thing. Sitting at the kitchen table their father Keith drank coffee from a large mug that Britney had made for him in 5th grade art class. Lance took the lead and made toast. Brit however took time to greet him.

“Good morning daddy. Did you sleep well?” She lowered her book bag to show him her nipple hard on. He smirked and raised his mug to his lips. Taking a seat beside him she held her arms in front of her with elbows on the table awaiting a reply.

“Like a baby. Are you planning on seeing this Jake today?” Keith grinned!

“He’s all I can think about now. I’ll follow your advice to the tee. Especially that name calling thing.”

“I’m sure he will thank me later.” Lance unexpectedly jumped at the toast popping up and he quickly buttered it before sitting down to eat.

“Who’s this Jake?” He feigned making conversation then laughed. “Jake Meoff? That Russian exchange student?”

“Whatever!”

“Your sister’s date this weekend.” Dad continued to smirk. After busting his son last night, he knew the boy likely knew the entire story. He did record it all. Eying Rita writing a grocery list on the counter he whispered, “You email that?” Meaning videos! Lance gave him a thumbs up in chewing. “You delete that?” Looking defeated meant no. Keith just shook his head then reached over to mess his sons carefully combed hair up. A you suck moment occurred! Brit got a kick out of it though. Britney’s eyes brightened up toward Lance as if threatening him to shut up.

“Cool! I think I know Jake. Nice guy! I’m going to hang out with Styles and Evan this weekend. Skateboard and chase pussy. Which reminds me. Can I crash at Evan’s Saturday night?”

“Go ahead.” Keith shrugged then eyeballed Rita with a frown. “Your mom is going to some conference out of town. I’ll just watch the game and maybe go grab a beer.”

Brit felt sad suddenly, “I can cancel my date if you want company.”

“Nope. You go have a really good time with Jake. I’ll see you when you get home.”

As they made eye contact Rita Foxx returned. Wearing only a short silky robe even Lance had to look her over. His mother was a bombshell beauty in her own right. Taller than the kids at 5’7 and built like Britney with a tad more muscle tone. Free gym memberships wherever she went worked to her advantage. Only her hair was cut shorter with thin highlights of blond mixed into her brunette locks.

“Mow the yard before you leave Saturday.” Rita spoke with a stern look. “Your father works hard to provide. He deserves a break.” She stood behind Keith squeezing his shoulders as Lance rolled his eyes. Keith was unemployed at the moment. What the hell was that about?

“I will!” Lance caved to avoid trouble.

Rita then looked at Britney smirking with a scrutinizing glare. Stepping away from Keith, Rita walked toward the living room then turned using her finger to call her daughter to her side. Brit stood up and folded her arms as if chilled before walking into the living room.

“No bra young lady?” Rita knew! As if she ever wore one, even now in her robe her nipples were huge and proud of themselves. No wonder Lance was staring earlier. “So unlike you.” Was it? Was it really? Brit lowered her arms feeling no need to hide any further. Her mother was never around to even notice when she did wear one or didn’t.

“I’m trying to impress a boy. Please don’t make me go put one on.”

“If I get a call from the school about this, I’ll ground you.” Followed by a sly grin, “This boy must be very special.”

“He is.” She blushed thinking of her father last night. Snooze you lose mom!

“Take one just in case. Humor me please.”

“I can do that. I love you mom.” She then hesitated, “Conference? Where this time?”

“Last minute!” Rita puckered, “Mister Layman expects Tiffany and I to go. Truth be known I think he wants her and I to be eye candy for perspective clients.” Code for the escort service that Rita worked for. Mister LAY MAN! Great money, great fun usually.

“Makes you sound like an escort.”

“Shush! Don’t let your father get ideas.” Rita hugged her only daughter. Smart girl! As if Keith didn’t know what his wife did to put food on their table. Their marriage was rocky but holding on. At this point love was all they really held onto. She did her thing, he did his. Their future was uncertain.

Behind them they heard the horn of the school bus tooting. Brit looked at her mom realizing there was no time to grab a bra. Rita shook her head with a smile, “Go on.”

Lance handed Brit her book bag and both darted across the yard to catch the bus. On the way Lance eyed his sister’s ass swaying and titties bouncing. He even noted the bus driver taking interest in her arrival as he opened the door. The new fashion statement was going over well.

Passing the driver Britney winked at him. Lance following behind at a pleasurable distance leaned toward the middle-aged man, “Try living with that.”

The driver could only shrug. Commenting meant bad things. Regardless, Bernie Cargill followed her travels toward the back through his mirror with lust. It didn’t hurt to look!

Claiming seats in the back half of the bus both of them passed the Bolger Brothers. Twin giants who were 18 recently as well. They were the stopping point for any of the younger riders. They ruled the bus and had proven to be a fear to anybody attempting to step beyond their territory. Obviously, they enjoyed Britney enough to let she and Lance isolate away far from adolescence. A good thing considering what was going to happen very soon.

On the way to school Lance texted Styles about the vibrating egg and got his approval response. He would be ready before class. Each of them sat in vacant seats across the aisle from one another, Brit against the window.

Lance the same from the opposite side of the aisle but with his back to the glass to recline his feet upon the bench seating. At the next stop a trio of 18-year-old senior boys entered the bus and made their way back. On their way past the Bolger Brothers one of the newcomers joined Brit.

“Hey.” The rugged jock with blond hair nodded at her.

“Hi, Jacob.” She marveled at his perfect smile. Then his biceps. Then his beautifully sculpted inseam. He knew! Always hard! The other two young men sat down in the seat behind them. They too made their presence known by leaning over the seat and ogling Brit’s low cleavage. They didn’t care about her brother Lance seeing them and their pervasive acts behind her. Lance kept to himself toying with his iPod, yet still spotted them acting as if they were jerking off behind her. Go for it! Lance felt the same way.