“Thanks, Juan!” I said, smiling broadly at him. Already I could feel the sun on my skin and my body being warmed by the heat. “Right now, I want the pool and a bar, preferably together!”
Brady carried our bags to the room, which turned out to be a suite. The living room was enormous and it opened up to a master bedroom with a whirlpool Jacuzzi and a walk in shower, along with enough space in the center to have a dance party. On the other side of the living room was a beautiful kitchen with an island, which opened to a dining room adjoining the living room. Off the bedroom and the living room was an enormous deck I imagined I’d spend a lot of time on since it looked directly over the ocean. It had to have cost a fortune. I looked at him.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Um, a flight on less than a week’s notice, a private driver, a suite in a swanky resort… I mean, what are you doing? Are you dying or something? Are you divorcing me?”
He laughed and walked over to me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in toward him, beginning to sway his hips and guiding mine to do the same.
“I love you more than anything, and I want you to have a week where you are treated like the beautiful, amazing queen that you are. I don’t want you to lift a finger this week unless you want to. You can have whatever you want. I’ve arranged already the things I know you will want, but if there’s anything I missed, just say the word.” I looked over his shoulder and saw a bouquet of roses, a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket, and a box of chocolates.
“So far, my love, it looks like you’ve done perfectly right,” I said, drawing him in for a kiss.
We changed into our swim suits and walked down to the beach. The white sand was warm under my feet but not too hot; it was as if it was almost temperature controlled. The breeze was beginning to pick up, and I held Brady’s hand as we walked, our feet getting run over by the water with every wave that rolled in.
“There are tons of places for us to eat, but the resort is all inclusive and has an amazing restaurant.” He pointed it out to me. Just in front of the large white building which housed several hundred rooms as well as the lobby, was a thatched roofed restaurant. There was a pool with a swim up bar, and the smells wafting from the restaurant were incredible.
“Look over there,” Brady said, nudging me and pointing to the water. A fishing boat was unloading several baskets of fish to two men in chef whites. “That can be your dinner tonight if you want.”
“Holy shit,” I said. “Talk about fresh fish.” I looked back at the restaurant. “Do you want to check it out?”
“Let’s keep walking a bit; we can see if there are other places we want to try. Then, I think we should come back and at least have happy hour there… and maybe we can order room service and eat in tonight.” He leaned down to kiss me; I turned to face him and pressed my lips to his. The salt water was already in our skin and his lips tasted delicious. I pulled away.
“Salty,” I said. “Yummy.”
He squeezed my hand and kissed me again. We walked a few more miles down the beach, then turned and back to our hotel. We stopped in at the restaurant and ordered two hurricanes, a drink I remembered from college, though, here in Mexico, it packed a whole new level of punch.
“Do you want to eat here,” Brady asked, “or should we grab a menu and order from the privacy of our balcony?”
I smiled at him, recognizing the look in his eyes. “I think you’ve got something up your sleeve, husband of mine, so I’m going to take you up on your suggestion that we go upstairs and order room service.”
He smiled and paid for the drinks, which we took up with us. An hour later, we had our dinner brought up to us. It arrived on a cart with a white table cloth, a lit candle, and a rose in a vase. We brought it out to the balcony and settled in. The food was so good I actually felt myself getting a little aroused by the full sensory experience. I looked at Brady.
“I have a really great idea for dessert,” I said.
“That’s funny,” he said, sitting back with a beer that the room service attendant had brought up with dinner, “I happen to have a really great idea for dessert as well.”
“Should we go into the bedroom and see if our ideas work together?”
He nodded and smiled. He stood and came around to my side of the table and held out his hand. I took it and, hand in hand, we walked into the bedroom to make love.
***
The whole week was like that first day. Every morning he woke me up with champagne and strawberries, freshly squeezed orange juice, and warm croissants. The driver was ready on a moment’s notice to take us anywhere we wanted to go. On our fourth day, I finally checked my phone. There were a few messages from Austin, wondering how I was doing, wondering where I was.
I deleted the messages and turned my phone off again. I knew I would need to deal with Austin when I got home. What we’d done was wrong and it couldn’t happen again, no matter how much we both may want it to. I looked over at Brady, reading a magazine on our lanai and sipping a cup of coffee. I was a married woman. I couldn’t go around having sex with anyone, never mind having sex with my brother, step- or not. The question was, how to tell him. I knew he would probably understand; after all, he did care about me. How, then, would I be able to resist him? Even the thought of him now began to arouse me; I felt the space between my legs growing wet and my nipples hardening against my bikini top. I ran my hand across my stomach and felt a shiver move through me.
I shook my head, trying to shake the fantasy out. I turned my phone back on. One text couldn’t hurt, could it?
Hey, Bro, I’m in Cancun for the week. Having fun in the sun!
I sent the text along with a selfie of me in my bikini top. I made sure to crop the picture to just below my breasts so he could get the full visual. I didn’t need to wait long for a reply.
*wolf whistle* You are one hot woman, Sis.
I smiled, texted back See you soon! And then turned my phone off again.
“Were you texting?” Brady asked. “Everything okay?”
“Oh of course, I said. I was just texting Austin about some stuff at home,” I said. I had to admit, the lie floated very easily off my tongue because technically it wasn’t really a lie, right? I brought my phone back to my purse and moved toward Brady.
“Should we go get something to eat?” I asked.
“We can get whatever you want,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Are you having a good time?”
“I’m having an amazing time,” I said. “And,” I added flirtatiously, “I think we should start a little earlier tonight on our baby making than we did last night. See if we can get a few more rounds in.” Sex with Brady was exactly what I’d expected married sex to be. It was fine, not great, but sex was sex, right? While we’d been in Cancun, we’d been experimenting a little bit. Moving around the suite, different times of day, which, I had to admit, had added quite a bit of excitement to our routine. That morning, we had done it on the kitchen floor while we enjoyed mimosas and chocolate covered strawberries.
“I’m game for that,” he said. “Wanna start right now?” He leaned in to me and began to kiss me, delicately pulling on my bikini tie and releasing my top.
I giggled and pulled away, grabbing at my top. “Down, boy!” I laughed. “Right now, I’m hungry for food. I’ll be hungry for you in just a little while.”
Brady appeared to pout and then grinned. He stepped back into me and put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me in to him. “I like us in Cancun,” he said. His words echoed through his chest into my ears and I could feel his heart beating against my cheek. I took a deep breath. I liked us in Cancun, too. It was far away from any temptations I was facing back at home. Temptations I knew I couldn’t give into again, regardless of what I’d texted Austin.
Chapter Five
When we walked in the door, the smell of home hit me and I felt a sense of peace. I had to
admit, going on the trip had done me a world of good. I felt that relaxation, happiness, and fulfillment that Brady had desired for me. I was craving a glass of wine but I was also hoping that we had gotten me pregnant during the vacation, so, until I knew one way or the other, I was swearing off alcohol.
We got home in the early afternoon, and Brady decided to go in to work for a while. I cranked some music and started to clean the house. I got lost in the rhythm of cleaning and, before I knew it, it was time to start preparing dinner.
I looked at the clock; it was 4pm. Brady said he’d be home around seven or eight. I had enough time to throw a roast in the crock pot and cook it on high. I put the roast in the crock pot and chopped potatoes, carrots, and onions. I skipped adding wine, opting for a coca cola instead; I smiled at the thought of a baby, cells dividing and multiplying inside of me, maybe even as I stood there.
With dinner cooking and the house clean, I got online and started looking at baby nursery images on Pinterest. There were so many amazing ideas out there, and I started to think of how the nursery could really take shape.
When Brady arrived home it was just after seven o’clock. He kissed me, then asked what smelled so good for dinner.
“I cooked a roast,” I said, then laughed at the expression on his face. “I was feeling domestic! Plus, I really wanted a home cooked meal.”
“Amen, my love,” he said. “I’ll set the table. What do you want to drink?”
I almost said wine, but sighed. “I’ll just do water. In a wine glass!” I added, then patted my belly. “Positive thinking, right?”
“You know it!”
Brady set the table and then carved the roast as I put the potatoes, carrots and onions into a separate bowl. I tossed a simple salad, then, just as we were sitting down to eat, the doorbell rang.
“I wonder who that is,” Brady said. He walked to the door and opened it. “Austin! What’s up, man?”
Austin was here? I felt my stomach drop. What was he doing here? I walked around the corner from the kitchen to the entryway and saw Austin, standing there in his leather jacket and jeans. He smiled. “Hey, Sis,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I knew you were on vacation so I thought I’d swing by to check on the house.” He held up the spare key I’d given him when we’d moved in. “I didn’t know how long you were going to be gone.”
“Thanks, man, that’s really cool,” Brady said. “Hey, we’re just sitting down to dinner. There’s plenty, do you want to join us?”
I opened my mouth to object but closed it. What was I going to say, that my stepbrother wasn’t invited to dinner, especially when he’d come all the way over here trying to do us a favor?
“Sure, come on in!” I said brightly instead. “I made a roast.” I took Austin’s jacket and hung it in the closet while Brady grabbed an extra plate and set of silverware. Austin sat at the table and noticed the waters in our wine glasses.
“What’s going on here?” he asked. “Someone not drinking alcohol?” He looked at me.
“We’re hoping,” I blushed, “that our time on vacation sort of… loosened things up a little.”
He looked closely at me. “Your vacation,” he said. “Sure, of course.”
Brady came over with an extra glass. “Do you want actual alcohol?” he asked. “You’re welcome to have wine, a beer, a cocktail, whatever.”
“Sure, I’ll take a beer,” he said. “I’ve been drinking way too much red wine lately.” He looked at me and smiled. When Brady went to get a beer from the fridge, Austin nudged me. “Hey,” he said.
“What are you doing here?” I seethed under my breath.
“I wanted to see you,” he said, whispering. “I missed you.”
Brady closed the fridge and came back with a stout, all smiles. “Here you go, man.” He poured it then sat down to continue dinner. “We’ve got tons of stories about Cancun, don’t we, babe?” He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it. I watched Austin’s eyes travel from our hands up the length of my arm and land on my breasts. I flushed.
“We sure do,” I said.
“Your face is red,” Austin said, a light smirk on his face. “Are you all right?”
“I think it’s just because the temperature of the meat is so hot,” I said. “That happens sometimes.” I took a big gulp of water, partially to cool myself down and partially to end the conversation.
Brady and Austin had quite a bit in common and I was happy they liked each other, though I felt tremendously awkward sitting here with both of them. Never in the furthest reaches of my imagination would I ever have imagined that I’d be sitting at the same table with two men that I’d slept with, never mind one being my husband and the other being my stepbrother. I got up from the table and refilled my water.
“Everything okay, honey?” Brady asked.
“Yep,” I said. “Just thirsty.” My tone was a little testy and I tried to relax.
Brady and Austin’s turned the conversation to motorcycles. Austin was an expert, of course, and Brady was an enthusiast, though he didn’t own his own bike. I remembered my conversation with Austin in the restaurant where he had promised to take me for a ride on his ultra fast motorcycle sooner rather than later. As they talked, my eyes drifted to Austin and I imagined riding on his bike with him, my thighs around his hips, squeezing tight, and my arms around his waist. II would feel the expanse of his back against my breasts… it was a fantasy I could have spent a lot of time in, had Brady not pulled me out of it by asking me what I wanted for dessert.
I almost laughed, thinking of the real answer I wanted to give. Instead, I said, “I think we have ice cream, and probably some cookies in the cabinet. Or, we could always go out and grab something. McCovey’s is just down the street.” McCovey’s was an ice cream parlor that was known for its hot fudge sundaes and banana splits… even more than other ice cream parlors.
“I could run and pick something up,” Brady offered. Before I could protest, Austin jumped in.
“That would be great! he said. “I’ll stay here and keep Gabi company.” He put his arm around me and pulled me to him, grinning.
“Perfect,” Brady said as he grabbed his keys. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
He walked out the door. I watched as he pulled out of the driveway and then turned to Austin, my blood boiling with anger just as much as desire.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted. “You didn’t come here to check on the house any more than the sky is a pale green!” I pushed his chest and he stepped back.
“Oh come on, Gabi, chill out. I came to check on the house, of course. The fact that you happened to already be home was just a bonus.” He stepped back toward me and pulled me into a hug. “I missed you…” I pulled away from him.
“Not in my house!” I said through clenched teeth. “If Brady ever found out, it would kill him!”
“Brady who drinks water in wine glasses?” he said. “Was that your idea or his? You two are so cute together.” He was teasing and being a complete ass.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said. “If I throw you out of here, I’m not going to be able to explain to Brady why you suddenly disappeared while he went out to buy you dessert. So, I’m not going to kick your ass out the door. But you need to stop staring at me and making me uncomfortable!”
“The only thing making you uncomfortable, sweetheart, is the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off of me. You’re wet right now, aren’t you?” He winked at me. I kind of wanted to kill him, because he was right. I was incredibly turned on by him, even by fighting with him. In fact, the energy between us as we argued was making me even more aroused than I had been the first night we’d been together.
“That’s none of your business,” I said. “Now behave yourself, because he’s going to be back in about two minutes.”
“When do you want to go for that ride?” he asked as he walked back and sat at the kitchen table.
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br /> “What ride?” I asked, an image of him on top of me on his couch, my legs spread and my feet in the air filling my thoughts. I felt myself blushing from head to toe.
“That ride I promised you at the restaurant. A lifetime ago. I promised you a ride.” He winked at me.
“Oh, I’d say you delivered on the ride, Austin.” I emphasized his name rather than calling him “Bro.”
“Nothing says we can’t go for another. There’s a lot more miles left in the tank on this machine.” He patted his crotch softly and I swallowed as I saw the bulge in his jeans.
“I’ll be right back,” I said weakly, then bailed for the bathroom. I splashed my face with cool water, then sat on the closed toilet seat trying to cool myself down and get my breath back under control. He had no right to be so hot, so flirtatious, so insistent, and so related to me! Not related, a voice in my head said. Not by blood. And blood is the only relationship that counts for family relations.
I didn’t need to remind the voices in my head that I was married. Cripes. I took my head out of my hands when I heard the front door open and Brady and Austin talking to each other. I took one last look in the mirror and made my way back into the kitchen.
“Hey, honey,” I said, walking to Brady and kissing him on the lips. “Thanks for the dessert.”
“Hohoh!” Austin catcalled.
“I will bring you dessert any time if I’m going to get a greeting like that,” Brady said, smiling at me and holding me at my elbows. “Miss me that much?”
“You have no idea,” I said.
We had our dessert and then I stood to begin to clean up the kitchen. “I’ll do the dishes if you guys want to go out to the garage and talk bikes or dude stuff or whatever,” I said.
They took me up on my offer, which got Austin out of the house. I had no worries that he would say anything to Brady; I was just relieved that I’d survived dinner and dessert.
I settled down on the couch, the kitchen clean, and flipped through the channels on television. I flipped through over a hundred, then went back and flipped through them again. Nothing caught my eye. I turned the TV off and walked out to our back patio with my book of crossword puzzles. Crossword puzzles were a guaranteed way for me to keep my mind from turning in on itself and creating problems. I read for an hour, then, since it was after ten o’clock, I went upstairs and went to bed.
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