Chapter 3: Monday

Bright and early. Walk took both Lina and me into his shower — I had known he would, had known he couldn’t resist showing us he could. That we would let him. Credit due, he didn’t try to get real sexy, didn’t try to get us off in front of each other. He did — and this was so teenage — use his soapy fingers on our pussies at the same time.

Lina winked at me — we both knew he was showing off. Yeah, look at me, two naked hotties and I can feel them up!

After breakfast, I went in to work. I had told Walk he could stay home from school that morning — Euforia was dark on Mondays, so he could enjoy another romp with Lina.

As I left, he did give me a nice long, lingering kiss. Showing off in front of Lina again? Oh, probably a little. But more, I think, because he wanted to kiss me, wanted to show his genuine affection for me. To thank me for giving him a night with Lina, to remind me that he and I would be alone that night.

Work was ... well, work. While I’d been in a few dramatic situations — a shootout, kidnapping, tracking a killer — most of my time was spent at my desk. On my laptop, on my phone, following up on leads, doing research, polling my Winter Irregulars for the latest underground intel. Yawn.

After dinner that night, Walk said, “Go for a soak?”

“Sure!”

We stripped in his room, donned light seersucker robes, and went up to the rooftop deck. I snagged a bottle of Prosecco, and we were set. We took a quick rinse under the Wrigley outdoor shower, then eased into the gently burbling hot-tub water. He put his arm around my shoulders and I sighed and leaned my head against his chest.

My hand automatically found its way to his soft penis. Nothing sexy in my gesture — I just held him fondly, companionably.

The night air was warm, there was good light from a three-quarter moon, the soft swish of traffic down on Main Street. Out of nowhere, Walk said, “I love you, Winter.”

It was that familiar, soft, boyish, voice that just melts me. I squeezed him, “I know you do, baby.”

“So much.”

I stroked him, “This is what you love.” Teasing — I knew how serious he was.

“Winter.”

We closed our eyes, relaxing in the soft night, the warm water.

“May we join you?”

Oh. Two women in their 40s wearing white Wrigley robes.

“Of course. I’m Walker, this is my sister, Winter.”

“Hi, I’m Bonnie, this is Heather. We’re from Chicago, here for a realtors’ conference.”

They shrugged out of their robes — each was wearing a modest one-piece bathing suit. They were a few pounds overweight, and I knew they had chosen black for its slimming effect. Following protocol, they showered before they joined us. I continued stroking the now very alert boy.

I’m not particularly good at names so I did my usual memory trick — Bonnie = B for brunette. Heather = H for height — she was taller. Still shorter than I was, but taller than her friend.

Walk said, “Winter, why don’t you go down and bring up some more wine. And some snacks too. Alright, ladies?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

I gave my brother a final squeeze, stood up, and didn’t rush getting into my robe. Giving them a good look at my bare bod as I knew he wanted me to. Plus, I was signaling to them that he was naked too.

Down in our loft, I took my time preparing a tray. Two bottles of wine, some different cheeses, a baguette, some grapes, and chocolates. I wanted to give Walk time to flirt. At the last moment, I smiled to myself and put the two wine glasses back on our kitchen counter.

Up on the deck, I heard laughter first. A good sign. Since I was naked, the ladies must have assumed Walker was too. And that obviously hadn’t bothered them. Because I knew he would want me too — okay, I wanted to also — I tossed my robe away and stood there in the moonlight pointing out the various snacks.

“My sister has the best tits in town.” He tapped one nipple, then the other.

“Keep your paws to yourself, Buster.”

Bonnie and Heather giggled, a little uncertainly, I thought.

Then I slapped my forehead, “Oh, fuck, Walk, I forgot the glasses.”

He picked up on my clue instantly, “That’s okay, I’ll go get em.”

Walk stood, water dripping off him. Bonnie and Heather didn’t pretend not to stare at the hunky, naked boy.

The ladies appraised him frankly as he stood there, thigh-deep, his penis still soft, but starting to stir a little in the soft moonlight. I sat down in the tub, giving him the solo spotlight I knew he wanted. Then he tied his robe and left.

Heather said, “What a Pee Kay.”

Bonnie, “Amen.”

I said, “Pee Kay?”

“Prom King.”

I laughed — they were right. He did look like a prototypical midwestern prom king. Tall and blonde and handsome.