Trouble Brewing Ch. 04

Jeff sat there silently. Slowly digesting my words as they sunk into his consciousness. That's how we stayed, silent for the time being.

The scent of tacos was wafting through the house. I sauntered in, the words shared with Jeff still racing through my mind. What was it that we were getting ourselves into?

As I neared the kitchen, I saw my mother and Claire slicing vegetation. Their backs were to me. Jan was working on the dishes, apparently trying to keep the mess contained. A soft laugh came from Joanne as she and Claire softly spoke. A secret glance at Janet lead to the assumption it wasn't for her to hear. A whispered response from my mother. An undisclosed response from Claire followed with an immediate hush in return. The color red clung to their faces.

My only thought was I wonder what this night would bring.

We sat down to dine on our Mexican dinner. We were nothing but smiles, yet there was more beneath our eyes. Sidelong glances were shared in hopes of not being caught. Conversations were forced at times. We all had something other than the food before us on our minds. A different hunger.

We finished dinner quickly. Our nervous tension fuels us. And so, the table was quickly cleared, and we settled into the living room. Aunt Claire offered drinks for the room, but to my surprise, we all declined. All but Joanne. All but my mother. I for one, did not feel like taking anything away from my senses tonight.

Claire returned from the kitchen with two tall glasses of some sort of mix. Each was an amber color with a tall straw out the top. She handed one to Jo and took a big gulp of her own. Jo followed suit.

"Oh damn, Claire!" She exclaimed after she swallowed. "What the hell is this?" she sunk back into a chair.

"That's my take on a Long Island ice tea." She said with a wink. She pulled her straw out and sucked it clean fixing her eyes on Jeff. He did not miss the look.

"It tastes like pure alcohol,"

"It is. I pretty much just threw together whatever I found in there. I don't think it's that bad." She said taking another long sip. Jo hesitantly brought it to her lips again. She lifted the end and took a deep swig. She swallowed and stared at the glass blinking her eyes. They were already glazing over.

"Wow. That's some strong stuff." She giggled.

"Glad you like it," Claire turned to the rest of us. She had that devious look about her again. "So... What do you all feel like doing tonight?" she asked cocking an innocent eyebrow.

We all looked at each other. We all knew it, or should I say felt it. We just couldn't voice it.

"Not sure," Eric said. He was leaning back in a large recliner with Mindy on the armrest next to him.

"Well, aren't you kids a wild bunch," Claire stated. "Whenever Jo and I had a time like you all have, we would be going hog wild. Devil may care kinds of things." She looked back to Jo to make sure she was listening. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you? The kind of things that happen in the cabin, stay in the cabin."

I couldn't help but notice my mother staring at me. Not so much at me, so to speak. More so at my body. She was being incredibly blatant about it. My mother was checking me out, and based on the crooked smile she unconsciously wore, she enjoyed every inch. I couldn't help but gaze at her as she did me. Taking in her form. How her body filled her button-up blouse and tight-fitting jeans. Her legs slightly apart allowing my gaze to fix between her legs. To lock onto where her jeans caressed a part of her I hadn't seen in over twenty years.

I could feel the blood pumping through my body. My cock began to twitch to life with every beat of my heart. None of this was missed by Claire.

"Well... I have an idea," Claire cooed. "Mindy, you said you brought up some music? You mind if I take a look?"

"No, of course not." She replied as she got up and retrieve the case for Aunt Claire.

Claire opened up the booklet and began to flip through the pages. She looked from one CD to the next. She was looking for something in particular. It wasn't long before she settled on one.

"Ah-HA! Perfect." She pulled the CD from the case and strutted up to the stereo

"What's up?" Sydney asked.

"I thought it would be a good idea for us all to get our blood flowing. Everyone's sooooo down right now. Get up off your butts and dance."

We looked at each other as she inserted the disk.

"So which is it?" asked Mindy.

"It's the one I gave you a while back. I didn't need it anymore. At least I thought so." She pushed PLAY.

The music began to pour out of the speakers. Heavy downbeats, mixed with sultry bass and guitar. Claire raised her hands above her head and she began to sway her hips back and forth with the music. Jo's eyes went wide upon recognition of the tunes. Her breathing increased its pace as she attempted to sink further into her seat.

"Come on guys. Don't be a bunch of wallflowers. Dance!" said Claire as she strutted around. Sydney got a huge grin as she hopped up next to her aunt and began to rock her body. Mindy followed dragging Eric up with her. Janet, Jeff, and myself after that.

It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize that we were dancing to the music our mothers stripped to. Just the thought of it was arousing. I could feel my hard-on approaching max for no reason outside of mental stimulation.

Claire wouldn't let her sister stay on the couch. She went over to her and dragged her up.

"This music is..." Jo began.

"I know," Claire cut her off. "Don't worry about it. Just have fun. Loosen up some, Jo."

And she did. Slowly at first. But as the songs changed, so did she. Her inhibitions began to slowly melt away as a smile crossed her lips. She began to hop, trot, sway, and rock with us like it was the 80s all over again.

We began to bunch closer and closer. Our little dancing orgy of ours. We were being playful and joyous as possible. Trying to just have a good time. Smiles were shared around the room. Here and there, I noticed that when a few of us danced with Claire, they secretly talked. Not thinking to be important, I quickly dismissed it.

Slowly, but surely, we began to get more and more risqué. Bodies pressing up closer to each other. Hands sliding against the skin. It was almost as if the songs were pulsating out of our bodies, and no longer from the speakers. Each beat that coursed through us, we passed to our partner who danced so close that they knew what type of underwear we wore. The innocence quickly faded as we became the same hot mass that had infested the cabin the past few days.

I had seen Eric dance with my aunt. Her back to his front as she stretched her body against his. Rubbing her round ass into his crotch. His hands ran down the sides of her from below her chest to rest on the curve of her hips. Her black skirt swayed with the music.

My mother was with Jeff and Janet. In between the two I should say. Her arms were raised over her head as Janet danced in front of her and Jeff behind. The two seemed to let their breasts continuously brush against each other. Her eyes closed as if lost in the past. Jeff had taken the same position as Eric in relation to my mom as he ground himself into her. A hidden smile came to her lips as she looked at her sister. Upon seeing them, she moved her ass back to meet Jeff's movements.

I, in the meantime, had Sydney and Mindy on either side of me. Each with a leg wrapped so as to allow their covered sex to rub against my thigh. I felt an occasional hand brush against my throbbing member which I feared would soon burst through my pants. But then again, maybe that wouldn't be too bad. I let my hands slide up and down their backs until reaching down and grabbing a handful of ass. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. An ass in each hand, and all in plain sight of my mother. What a life.

I slowly kneaded the flesh in my palm as a low moan escaped the lips of my family members. Claire looked at me. I locked eyes with her as I slipped my hand down between the fabric of Mindy's waistband and slipped a finger right into her wet hole. A gasp left her lips as her body pressed closer to mine. Claire smiled as her daughter was impaled on the fingers of her cousin. She turned her head and whispered something to Eric.

I looked to Sydney who looked to be begging for the same treatment. I allowed my other hand to do the same with Sydney, but the song suddenly came to a stop.

Eric was now at the stereo. Without the music, nothing could hide the sound of our loud panting. I slowly pulled my hand out of Mindy's pants just in time to see my mother notice. I locked on to her eyes. I couldn't read what she thought, but I did notice her glance shift to look to my bulge before turning away.

"I have an idea," Eric stated. Somehow, I believe it was someone else's. "Claire mentioned that you two," he indicated to Claire and Joanne, "Used to dance. I was thinking you could demonstrate." His smile was that of a little child.

Mom's eyes were wide "Wait, What?" She said "Who-."

"Yeah! That sounds great!" Mindy chimed in quickly. "Come on, Mom. Please."

Claire looked at her daughter. That sly woman.

"You want to see me dance, baby?" Claire asked her daughter. Mindy nodded with a wide grin. She looked at Jeff. "Of course then. But only if Jo joins me."

"Please Aunt Jo," Mindy quickly turned.

"Come on Mom," Sydney chimed in. "I've never seen you dance before. Please."

"Honey, I don't think it's the kind of dancing you think it is." Joanne stuttered. Her face turned a new shade of red.

"What do you mean?" Syd asked cocking her head to the side. Part of me wanted to laugh.

"Well, Syd, Your aunt and I were... Well, we were... exotic dancers."

"Wow! Really! That is so cool!"

"Sydney, calm down. It wasn't..."

"You hear that Taylor? Mom was a stripper. Aunt Claire too!" Syd exclaimed to me. Claire watched on quite proud of what she had done.

"We weren't strippers, Sydney. We were exotic..."

"Oh come on now, Joanne. We were strippers. You can't hide that fact." Claire threw in.

"Well fine. We were. But that doesn't mean we should be telling the kids." Jo stated. Her eyes looked to be near tears.

"Look at us, Mom. We are not kids anymore. I mean, Taylor here can legally buy alcohol. The next big age step for him is when he's a senior citizen."

Thank you, Syd.

"I'm pretty sure you would be surprised to hear how grown up... How mature we are. I mean, sure the fact that you used to be a stripper is a little shocking. But it's not something we can't handle. It's nowhere near those pictures in that photo album you hid."

Jo looked up to her daughter.

"Y-y-you saw..."

"Yes. We saw the photos. We know about what happened here back then. We know about what you two did. We saw and we handled it like adults. It was very hot, and erotic. I would be lying if

I said that it didn't turn me on."

Jo looked from her daughter's eyes, to mine. She held my gaze. "You too, Taylor?"

I sighed. "...Yes. I saw them. We all did." I think I blushed.

"I can't believe this," she said to herself as she brought her hands up to her face.

"Mom, it's okay. We don't look at you like a horrible woman. Or even a horrible mother. If anything, it made us look at you in a better light. I like how I see you now. A woman who is comfortable with her sexuality. One who radiates it. You are one fine woman to look at. I know that sounds weird coming from your daughter, but I mean it."

A small smile came to her lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mom. I'm sorry if I made you ashamed of yourself. Please don't be. Be proud of those choices, because we don't see anything wrong with them. We know about them probably more than you would like to think we do."

Joanne raised her head to look at her daughter again. The depths of her words truly sank in. "What do you mean?"

Sydney looked at me before she continued. I nodded.

"I mean, we're with you. We've done it too. Taylor and I. We've... made love."

Jo's expression remained emotionless.

"So have we," Mindy stated, indicating to Jeff and herself.

Jo looked to each of her relations. Eric and Janet sat motionless. They were included, but not to the same degree.

"Oh god," Jo said to herself. "What have we done?"

"We haven't done anything wrong, Sis," Claire said. She stood over her sister arms crossed. "Everyone here is accepting of it. You know, if there was a club for this kind of thing, it would be just like this. We're all involved and we all find it okay. Syd, Mindy, Eric, and Taylor; they all love each other. Just like you and me. I know it's hard for you to accept the fact they know about us. But think about how hard it was for them to tell you about what they have done. You've tried to hide it. They have nothing more to hide. If anything, that's the one thing to be ashamed of."

Joanne, my mother, looked around at the faces of those with her. We all knew what she was thinking this time.

"I... I'm sorry." She said. There seemed to be a bit of her that was lifted up. Almost like a burden was gone. "I can't believe it, but I am. I never thought I would say that. That I'm sorry for judging you two. For..." She laughed, "I just don't know what to think anymore."

"It's fine Mom," I said. "We're here for you."

"Yeah, don't worry about a thing," Syd said. "Doesn't it feel good to have it out in the open now?"

Jo's gaze was unfocused as she smiled in thought. "Yeah...Yeah, it does."

Syd beamed a smile.

"I'm glad, Mom. Really."

The mother and daughter looked at each other as the room felt lighter. We all had a burden lifted from us, and by the looks of it, everything was going to be okay.

Claire stood over her sister. Looking down she placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Jo..."

She looked up.

"You gonna' be okay?"

My mother looked deeply into the eyes of my aunt as they took each other in. She nodded.

"Good. It's about damn time," she laughed. She turned her head up to Eric. "Poor Eric over there threw us an offer and I believe, it's the least we could do."

"You still want to dance for... for them?" Jo asked Claire.

"Sure. Why not? They certainly are old enough. And besides, it would be nice to know if I still have the moves. I may need to be using them again shortly."

Jo considered it for a moment. She turned to me and Syd.

"Do you guys want me to? Would you like me to dance for you all?" Her hands trembled revealing her nervous state.

"Hell Yeah!" Chimed Syd. "Go for it, Mom. You're one of the hottest women I've seen, so strut your stuff!" I never have seen her this giddy.

Mom beamed. She turned to me.

"Taylor? What about you? Are you okay with this? All you have to do is say no and..." She left it hanging. My mother's offer was drifting through the air thick with want.

"Please," was all I could manage. My blood was scorching through my body.

She looked into my eyes. I could see our reflections bouncing back and forth between us. A small smile hit her lips as she lost herself in my eyes. She snapped suddenly with no sign other than those in her eyes as she blinked and walked away.

We pushed the couch back leaving ample space for a dance floor. Moving the chairs around, we were able to position them into a cluster of seats, focusing all attention on the open space. Claire and my mother we near the stereo.

Joanne was already breathing hard as she stood near her sister. She looked up at her as Claire searched for a certain song.

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" responded Claire as she pressed the skip button.

"So what now?" she asked.

"Oh... Well... I was thinking..." She stopped on number 18. "I was thinking we could start with our Teaser number. Remember that one?" she turned to Jo. She nodded.

"Well, we start with that, and afterward, why don't we try..." She didn't get a chance to finish.

"I don't know how far I can go..." Jo whispered. She looked away from her sister's eyes.

"Oh, baby. Don't worry about that. I tell you what. After the Teaser, just follow my moves. We'll shadow each other. I won't make you do anything I know you didn't want to." She said with a knowing smirk.

"Sound good to you?" she asked her panting sister, my mother.

Jo looked up. She nodded.

"Goody. You remember this one?" she pushed PLAY.

The interruption of music in our eager waiting snapped all of our eyes to the floor. A bass guitar rolled its rhythm through the room. A drum beat staggered forth, fixing our beating hearts into sync. A filtered guitar provided a melody that on its own would be found taboo. The lighting had been changed so that two wall lamps were angled into the space. Backlit with the ever-changing glow of the fireplace. We sat in darkness knowing well that beyond the light, there stood my aunt and my mother.

They stepped into the light. Their demeanor changed into that of one I'd never seen my mother in. Into a character of hers that I knew was of her darker side. Claire and Her stood in the center of the pool of light. They stood firm. Planting their feet as if they'd take root. Putting their hands to their hips they rocked them around kneading the song into that of seduction. Claire slipped behind Her. Dropping low with her knees spread, stretching that skirt of hers. Allowing it to slide up her leg. Her black thongs panties could barely be seen as she slid her hands up and down the legs of the Woman in front of her.

Claire slowly began to rise running her palms against the clad flesh of this Woman. Standing behind Her. Pressing herself against Her. This Woman shifted her hips. Hypnotizing Her related audience. Calling to them to her in the most unholy of manners.

Claire placed her left hand on the side of the Woman's pelvis. And with the other, ran it up into the Woman's hair. She grasped a handful and pulled it to the side, exposing the slender neck. Light glistened off the skin as Claire's lips found contact. The Woman let out a low, throaty moan that filled every inch of the room.

This scene in front of me was becoming unbearable much quicker than I would ever have imagined. The threat of my trousers being ripped open again from the inside presented itself rapidly. I knew for a fact that I wasn't alone.

The two women moved as one as their bodies stayed pressed together. Claire let her right-hand slide down and her left slide up. Running her fingertips against the cloth, she stopped directly below the chest. She let her fingertips trace the outline of the Woman's breasts in sync with each finger as they started from the bottom, wormed their way to the outsides, and then down the exposed flesh of the neck.

The outlines of her hands could be seen as she brushed her hands over the Woman's chest. Pulling her hands back out, she let them slide back down their paths until she found herself below once again. She lifted her palms and cupped the breasts, stretching the woman up. The Woman reached behind her head and clasped the back of Claire's neck. With her other hand, she

reached behind and held on to her hip.

Claire's hands moved in once again. This time drawing up to the neckline. Her eyes peeked out over the shoulder of the woman as she stopped at the first button. She made sure I saw as she popped it free in time with the music. She moved down to the next and released it. The valley of flesh between her peaks was completely visible as Claire's hands worked the next button. It popped free, effortlessly. The edges of a sheer cut deep-cabernet red bra presented itself to our hungry eyes. Claire continued her journey. The buttons were released. The shirt was barely hanging open. She stepped back from the woman.

She locked onto my eyes as she brought her head down. Her hair now falling into her face as she held her shirt closed. Turned around, presenting her back to us. Peaking back behind her, she let the blouse fall off her shoulders. It fell gracefully to the floor leaving Her in her bra. She reached forward and grabbed Claire by the waist. She pulled her against her body, tightly. Placing a hand against the small of her back as she pressed their pelvises together.