Chapter 1B

The next morning any guilt I may have felt about spying on Gwen was gone. I had much bigger things on my mind. I walked into the kitchen and found Mom drinking her morning coffee and reading the newspaper. While I fixed myself a cup of coffee Mom told me that Gwen was out for the day and Dad had gone to work early. We sat in silence together until she set the paper down.

"Your father told me about your talk on the way home last night."

"Are you going to lay into me now too?"

"That wasn't my intention. I would like to know what you're thinking, though."

"Honestly Mom, I don't know what to do. I don't know which is the right decision for me."

"But you have to make one."

"I know."

"Can I get you something?" Mom asked as she got up to refresh her coffee. I was momentarily distracted and didn't answer her right away. Mom was wearing one of those little tennis outfits that seemed to be designed more for men's benefit. Hers was pale green and consisted of a sleeveless top that was very snug across her ample chest and a tiny skirt that showed off her endless tanned legs. Mom probably looked better in than that outfit than most women half her age. I forced myself to look away and told her, "No thanks."

"Tony, I'll love you no matter what you decide, but you know I wish you would join the business. I think you could be very happy there if you gave it a try."

"Maybe I could, I don't know. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm being stupid to not even try. It might be stubbornness that I wouldn't even consider it before."

Mom lit up with a smile. "I'm happy to hear that you're keeping an open mind. I thought it would be better if your father wasn't hovering over you while you try to figure this out so I told him I am taking you kids to the beach house for a couple weeks. It'll be just like old times."

"That's great, Mom." It did sound like a great idea.

"I'd hoped you'd think so. I'll tell Gwen when she gets home, but I don't think she'll have a problem going. That girl loves the beach."

"Probably because of the boys."

Mom gave me a knowing look. "She's not quite the same girl you remember, is she?"

"No, not at all. But I guess I can't expect her to be the same little girl."

"Gwen took it hard when you left, Tony. She really looked up to you. Despite what your father thinks, I was happy when she came out of her shell."

"But she doesn't get into any serious trouble, does she?"

"No, she's not really a bad girl," Mon laughed. "She just doesn't want to be what everyone thinks she should be. You should recognize that trait. I don't think Gwen is up to anything worse than other girls her age. Besides, a little bit of trouble can be a good thing. I was known to be pretty wild when I was her age."

"Really?"

"I won't tell you any stories, but let's just say I wasn't always your father's idea of what a perfect little wife should be." I didn't want to think about what she could be getting at. "I need to get going for my tennis lesson." She bent down to give me a kiss, inadvertently giving me a nice, long look down the V-neck of her top, showing me her silky bra. I immediately looked away. Well, almost immediately.

We left for the beach house that Saturday and it really was just like our old vacations because Diana came with us. When we were kids we were each allowed to bring a friend and Gwen had always brought Diana while I'd brought my best friend Tim. It's funny, Diana and my sister were still close, but I had no idea what Tim was doing now.

It was two hours to the beach and Mom asked if I would drive so after we loaded the Land Rover to the gills I slipped behind the wheel and Mom rode beside me while the girls took the back seat. It was weird at first because it was the first time I'd driven anything but a HUMVEE in a couple years. The girls spent the whole time gossiping about their social circle and Mom was busy on the phone arranging some charity dinner, so I was able to concentrate on the road in front of me, relieved that I didn't have to be on the lookout for homemade landmines and booby traps.

Our house was a mid-sized Mediterranean right on the beach with three bedrooms and a Jacuzzi on the ocean side deck. The girls shared a room and I had mine to myself, which was close to Mom's. After we unpacked, Mom sent the three of us to pick up groceries.

"What would Mom say if we came back with nothing but junk food and beer?" Gwen joked. She lunged the cart forward and jumped on the back, riding it down the aisle with her ass sticking in the air. She nearly collided with an end display of canned peaches and we all laughed.

"I think she'd lock you in your room the whole time we're here." I said.

"But we are going to get some beer, right? Vodka would be even better." Diana said, hanging back to walk beside me.

"Maybe. I know I could use something to drink." I said.

"If you're feeling tense I could give you a backrub later," Diana said, utterly failing to look innocent.

"I might take you up on that," I replied, feeling my body reacting to the idea of her hands on me.

"So what about getting us something to drink then? We should get daiquiri mix or something too. We can sit in the hot tub tonight and sip our drinks."

"So that offer of a backrub was just to get booze out of me?"

"Oh no. I promise to take care of you no matter what."

"We'll see."

"Come on, Tony." Diana said, hugging my arm and pressing her curves into me. I knew it wasn't the first time she'd used them to get what she wanted, but I didn't mind being manipulated that way.

"I don't think Mom will mind if we have a couple cocktails as long as my big, strong brother is keeping an eye on us." Gwen added. She hugged me on the other side and batted her eyes innocently. I'm sure I looked like the luckiest guy on earth to all the other men in the store with those blonde beauties hanging on me. Hey, I had to agree, even if one of them was my sister. At least Gwen wasn't hugging me the way Diana was, although in her skimpy tank top and little shorts it didn't matter much what she did.

"I guess it's okay, but I'll have to closely supervise you."

"Very closely, I hope." Diana said. Yup, that was her hand on my butt.

Gwen laughed and said, "Slut."

Diana laughed too, saying, "Yeah, he wishes."

"Be nice to my brother."

The whole afternoon went like that and being out with the girls made me feel better than I had in a long time. By the time dinner rolled around my mood had lightened considerably. That night they wanted me to go out with them while they cruised the local circuit, but since I knew the primary goal was to pick up boys I declined. Instead I hung out with Mom on the back deck. When the wind picked up off the ocean she suggested we get into the Jacuzzi and we changed into our swimsuits. Mom stopped in the kitchen to refill her wine glass and fetch me another beer, so I turned on the jets and settled in to the churning out water.

Mom came out with a beer in one hand and a glass and bottle of wine in the other and I fought to keep eye contact. Thankfully the light outside was low and she probably couldn't see that my eyes kept wandering down. Mom's dark purple bikini wasn't one of those skimpy, string ones, but it still showcased just how amazing her body still was. The top was a halter and squeezed her D-cups together to provide a deep valley of cleavage and the side straps of the panties rode just above her ample hips. My mouth went dry and my cock involuntarily throbbed beneath the bubbling water. Mom bent down to put her wine bottle on the deck, showing me her full ass was still remarkably firm. She slipped into the Jacuzzi across from me and handed me my beer. I must have knocked half of it back in one gulp.

Thankfully, Mom sank into the water to her neck, just where her honey blonde ponytail would have gotten soaked. She started asking me about the war and as I talked about how things were over there I forgot all about her sexy body. I told it to her straight, but I didn't get into any detail about some of the real horrors I'd seen. Those things still gave me nightmares and there was no reason to burden my mother with those images. I told her about how one of my good friends had been killed sitting in a HUMVEE right beside me by a piece of shrapnel from a roadside bomb, but I didn't tell her about how his blood jetted all over me, or how my fingers kept slipping over the gaping wound as I tried to hold it shut. I didn't tell her how it felt when you had to fight the urge to lift your weapon every time someone approached you. I truly believed we were there to help the people of Iraq and I didn't like having to view everyone who approached me as a potential enemy. The Iraqis are good people, they're just afraid. Mostly, I told her how happy I was to not be there anymore.

"It sounds like it was terrible over there." It was well after midnight and we were both pretty drunk. I didn't want Mom to get upset because I'd seen her drunk before at parties and I knew she could be either giddy or melancholy, depending on her mood, and I wanted to keep her happy.

"It could be, but I made some really great friends and had some experiences I wouldn't trade for anything, so don't be sad for me. I was out there in the world, doing what I wanted."

"I'm just glad you're home. The entire time you were there I prayed for your safe return everyday." She came across the Jacuzzi and gave me a hearty hug, crushing my face into her chest. It felt good and comforting, until I thought about where my face was and then my cock turned rock solid. Just inches away from my mouth a fat nipple stood out in response to the cold night air. I did not like what was going through my mind and I forced myself out of her embrace.

"Are you too grown up to let your mother hold you?" She asked, mock-scolding.

"Well, I, uh..."

She hugged me again, pressing my face right back into her big, soft breasts. I put my arms around her and could feel that naked cleavage heaving into my face as she breathed. God, don't do this to me, I thought. All those nasty thoughts from high school were flooding back. I tried to think about anything else, but my beer soaked mind wasn't cooperating.

Finally Mom let go and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I should be getting to bed. I think the wine's gone to my head."

"That's probably best. Do you need a hand?"

"No, silly," she laughed. "I haven't gotten to the point where I need my son to take me to bed. Not yet, anyway." Mom looked even better glistening wet and when she bent over again to pick up the empty wine bottle I adjusted myself in my swimsuit while I stared at that round ass. She left me alone in the Jacuzzi with my incestuous thoughts and I cracked another beer, hoping to wash them away.

Not long afterward the glass door slid aside and Diana stepped onto the deck. "I was hoping you'd still be up," she said brightly.

"I'm surprised you're home. I didn't think I'd see you two until dawn."

"Your sister overdid it, so I had to bring her home. Besides, it was all kind of boring. You get tired of seeing the same old people all the time." She sat on the deck beside me and dangled her bare legs in the water. She asked for a beer and since she was eighteen and there was no one around I didn't see the harm.

"I'm sure the same old boys don't get tired of seeing you."

"Gwen and I do alright, but you get tired of all the cheesy pick up lines. And then there are the guys who think they should get in your pants just because they have a little weed."

"Glad to hear it's not that easy." I said, climbing out of the tub. I was aware of Diana checking out my ripped chest as I shut down the Jacuzzi and toweled off. I sat in a deck chair and she moved beside me.

"Don't worry, Tony. Your precious little sister isn't some kind of ho. We both know what boys are up to."

"Yeah, those boys can be pretty bad," I kidded.

"I know. That's why I prefer men."

The way she'd been looking at me since she'd come outside finally clicked and I noticed she'd been moving closer since she sat down, so that we were practically touching now. "Uh, Diana," I said lamely.

"Yes Tony?" She put a hand on my leg and put her beer down. She brushed back a blonde lock and licked her lips to wet them, making them look just as ripe as the rest of her. She put her other hand on my arm and then moved it across my chest. My pulse was pounding. Everywhere. She didn't wait for me to do something. Diana kissed me and I fell right in line, returning the kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and it could have gone on all night if I hadn't pulled away.

"This probably isn't a great idea." I said hollowly. My cock was screaming, what the hell are you doing?

"You didn't like it?" She pouted. Her hand was caressing the back of my neck, giving me chills.

"But..."

"Don't worry about Gwen, she really wouldn't care. We're all grown ups."

Just barely, in her case, I thought. But I didn't need anymore convincing. I pulled Diana close to me and she gave me a kiss that curled my toes. She was wearing a baby-t and short shorts and she was all hot, soft flesh as I ran my hands over her body. Her breasts were crushed against me and I wanted to free them in the worst way. I could only imagine how she would look naked, but I didn't think striping her down right there on the deck was a good idea. Thankfully Diana wasn't as cautious as I was.

Diana whipped her shirt over her head my moved my hands onto her chest as she returned to kissing me. She was pretty big, not as big as my mother, probably closer to Gwen, and it looked like that cute little pink bow between the lacy cups was going to burst apart if Diana took one more deep breath. I took my lips from hers and attacked her breasts, which brought a squeal of delight. Her cleavage threatened to engulf me, but I wanted more and I pulled the straps from her shoulders so I could get at her twin mounds. With the padding out of the way her tall nipples bored into my palms and I lifted each of them to my lips in turn. Diana helped things along by reaching back and unsnapping her bra.

I uttered a low moan when she went from rubbing me through my wet trunks and moved her hand inside them. She gripped and squeezed my shaft and for a second there I thought just having the sexy eighteen-year-old holding my cock was going to make it go off. Between what I'd witnessed between Gwen and her boyfriend and earlier with Mom it had been a very horny week for me. I returned the favour by pressing between Diana's legs. I would have loved to see if she was shaved or not, but there was no way I was getting my hand into those tight shorts. She pushed into my hand and gripped me harder.

"I want you, Tony," Diana breathed, tugging at the waistband of my trunks.

"We should slow down," I replied, scarcely believing I was saying it.

"I know that's not what you want." She squeezed my cock for emphasis.

"No, but it's not a good idea to do it right out here on the deck. We'll have plenty of time to pick this up later."

"I'll hold you to that, stud. But I can't just leave you like this." She continued to remove my trunks and I didn't stop her. Bending down, she took me in her mouth and I felt her tongue slid along the underside of my shaft. She sucked me hard, her tongue moving in a zigzag pattern as she bobbed up and down. She stared into my eyes as she sucked me, intently watching my reaction. Her and my sister must not have shared tips because Diana couldn't quite deep throat me, but that didn't matter. In an embarrassingly short time she had me blowing my load. She didn't direct it down her throat, but held my head in her mouth so she could taste every last drop before swallowing it. When she finished, she wiped her lips with her fingers and then sucked them clean. By the time she was finished I was getting hard again and seriously rethinking the whole take it slow thing.

"That should hold you over for now." She pulled on her shirt and picked up her bra. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said before disappearing into the house. Yeah, I thought watching her ass in those shorts, slow is bad.

Throughout the next day I struggled to maintain my composure around Diana and my sister. After having just a sample I wanted it all, but I didn't want it to be obvious to Gwen that I was looking at her friend that way. Of course Diana had to make controlling my lust as difficult as she could. The three of us went to the beach and the girls dressed in nearly identical little string bikinis. My eyes popped out when the doffed their t-shirts and shorts to reveal their swimsuits underneath and trust me, I wasn't the only one with that reaction. I think every pair of eyes within twenty feet was on the girls. They both wore Tommy Hilfiger bikinis and the only difference between them was the arrangement of the traditional Hilfiger colours. In their bikinis Gwen and Diana looked even more alike, except that Diana, being curvier and softer than Gwen's tighter body, threatened to spill out of her top. In contrast, Gwen's breasts were high and pert and her ass firm.